We are all different books, and within the book of life, we carry many chapters. Some chapters feel like poetry, some feel heavy and painful, and some are still waiting to be written. I know there are many chapters left in my life. One chapter, the chapter of marriage, has now been closed. Closing it did not make me weaker; it made me more aware. It opened my eyes to the silent hardships a single mother carries for the sake of her children.
I remember a time when I laughed and said I would never quit my job after having a child. I used to say that giving up work meant digging one’s own grave. Handing over full control of life makes a person vulnerable, especially when empathy and compassion are missing. Ironically, I did the very opposite of what I once believed. I quit my job for the sake of my child and stayed at home for over seven years. Life has a way of teaching lessons that theory never can. Experience became my teacher.
As a mother who stayed at home, I lived the reality of being on duty twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Staying at home is not rest; it is constant service. There is a quiet guilt that settles in when you know you are capable, skilled, and full of potential, yet unable to use those abilities due to circumstances. At that time, I was living with a limiting belief. Psychology tells us that humans often restrict themselves more than the world ever does. Our thoughts shape our reality, and when beliefs go unchallenged, they quietly define the boundaries of our lives.
Later, as a working mother and a business owner, I experienced another layer of struggle. Balancing work, earning, caregiving, and home responsibilities demands strength that often goes unseen. Women who do this daily carry emotional labour, decision fatigue, and constant role-switching. Research in psychology shows that resilience grows when meaning is attached to struggle, and many women find meaning in service, responsibility, and purpose. Strength does not mean the absence of exhaustion. Strength means continuing despite it.
From a spiritual perspective, this journey reshaped my understanding of purpose and trust in God. In Islam, trials are not punishments; they are lessons, purification, and elevation. Allah reminds us in the Qur’an that no soul is burdened beyond what it can bear. Motherhood, sacrifice, and patience are deeply honoured acts of worship. Every unseen effort, every tear, and every silent prayer carries weight with Allah, even when the world overlooks it.
Today, I salute all women who play many roles with grace, even on days they feel they are falling apart. Working or staying at home, married or single, each role holds dignity. I gently remind every woman not to forget the most important role of all: being true to herself. Caring for the self is not selfish; it is necessary for survival and growth.
In my work and in my life, I have met many superwomen, each with a different book title. Some books speak of loss, some of courage, some of quiet endurance. Every chapter holds a lesson. The strength and resilience I witness in these women continue to teach me that life does not end with a painful chapter. It transforms. The story continues, wiser, deeper, and more conscious than before.
By sharing my story, I want to remind women who feel alone that solitude is often an illusion. We all pass through layers of life that carry an unfavourable and bitter taste. These moments are not the end of the story. The choices we make in the middle of pain are what change the taste of life itself. Holding on, choosing growth, and choosing faith reshape what once felt unbearable. Never give up. Keep your head high and your gaze forward. Time has a way of honouring patience and courage. Your time will come.
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