When people come to me for advice…

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Bismillah WalHamdulillah

When people come to me for advice, I listen to the circumstances and the questions. Then I try to answer, I stumble at first. I usually do a bit of rambling, and Allahu 3lam if the advice-seeker benefits the least bit from my jumbled and rushed speech. (I hope to one day say all of this in past tense, ya3nee “I used to…”, so yes, I acknowledge this is not the sunnah of nasee7a, and am trying to change this and cultivate better methods within myself in sha Allah)

But you know, a couple of ayaat that would always take care of it for me? It’s like, you open up the Quran, turn to the page, and be like “Listen sister, please read this.” And after your failed attempt, you finally see clarity on her face, like YES, that’s what I needed to hear.

Which ayaat?

“…That is…

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Stranger in my House

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Bismillah walhamdulillah

My older sister recently got married, so that means we have a new addition to the family. For the first time in my life, I have a brother-in-law.

During the months that I’ve known him, I’ve probably only had one conversation with him. It was in the presence of my father and sister, while he was sitting in the seat in front of me in the car, his back turned to me, and it was because I wanted help regarding my physical health because he is a doctor. It may already be apparent, I go to great lengths to avoid having to speak to him. And he knows this. He also knows that this doesn’t mean that I “hate” him. I feel like a lot of people assume that if you are not speaking to them, it means that you either hate them, or are too shy. My…

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Depression & Suicidal Thoughts

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“A bend in the road is not necessarily the end of the road. You may just need to make that turn in order to see the light at the end of the tunnel.”

Yasir Fazzaga

My Notes:

The Quran makes it clear that by virtue of our humanness, we will face challenges in our lives and we don’t get to choose when or what. With the challenges, it’s not just the loss but the impact it has on us. Depression is one of these challenges.

Depression is not necessarily a character weakness, and not something you can tell someone to “snap out of it.” So if you know someone who is depressed, don’t assume they are weak. Depression can happen to anyone of any ethnicity or religiosity.

Islam says that because you are a Muslim, you have access to tools, so if you are depressed, you will be prevented from…

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A Sister’s Personal Struggle With Depression

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A Muslim sister sent this letter out to a group of sisters, in response to one of them who asked for help in starting over. Names and any identifying information was removed or changed. If the letter looks familiar to you, please leave me a comment. I have her permission and chose to share this because it was such a personal portrayal of the realities of depression. You won’t find this in a Counseling textbook. This is what it really felt like for one sister. One of the things that I hope we take away from this is to always have a positive presence and to show genuine concern for others. You don’t know what battles one is fighting. May Allah swt protect us all. Ameen

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Firstly, I want to say that I apologize for the very late response. Your email has been on my mind for a…

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venting in bipolar

Med check isn’t possible as I am in a foreign country that doesn’t recognize mental illness . Going to the grocery store here isn’t fun or very interactive I can barely communicate and going out in the sun here just makes me sneeze then get a runny nose ( here it is allergy season) go figure .
I am trying to start a routine I make myself get up at 8:30 am and interact with my in-laws they are nice and try and help they just do not understand bipolar and I have no idea how to find information in arabic about bipolar.
I am trying my best some days it is just one foot in front of the other hope I don’t fall down the dark hole into the quicksand called depression.