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The Decade


As I wrap up my iddah, I have been feeling very reflective. It got me lamenting today that just like that, the decade of divorce and heartbreak is over. And then I realized, well, A LOT of good has also come form this decade. The hardships were only two but including the two divorces, the blessings are countless. 


I got married the first time in December 2011 and am finishing up my iddah from my second divorce on the last day of 2021. So much pain, so much reformation, and somehow, with the blessing of my Lord, I am exactly where I wanted to be in life at this point in life. I have everything, I am everything that I wanted to have and be, if not more. I have checked every single box on my five year plan that I set for myself, and halfway through the timeline for my next five year plan, am almost done with everything on that one too. Even though, I have spent the past decade in a fog, feeling less than everyone around me. Somehow, at the end though, everything has worked out. I am amazed. I am in awe of my Lord. His timing, not mine. 


SubhanAllah. Alhumdulillah.


Two Bachelors.

Two Masters.

Two children.

Two marriages.

Two divorces.

Two iddahs.

Two countries.

Two nationalities.

Two years of service.

Several homes. 

Several trips around the world.

Several jobs.

So much learning, so much growth, so many people in my life.

Several rich lives lived in ten short years. 

An utterly full and content heart. 


SubhanAllah. Alhumdulillah.


Beyond anything I could have ever imagined on Dec 31, 2011 as I planned to celebrate the New Years’ day with my newly minted husband. My biggest worry coursework for the semester yet a thoroughly discontented heart. 


SubhanAllah. Alhumdulillah.


Ya Allah, thank you for the countless blessings you have bestowed upon me this decade, the ones I recognize and the ones I don’t. Please forgive me for my shortcomings and wrongdoings and allow me to be better in the next decade or however long You have written for me to be on this beautiful earth.

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