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The Other Side of the River

***Enjoying the View from the New Side of the River***

There are some bridges in life that, once crossed, you would hope that there will never be a need to return to the same point of origin on the other side. For the longest time, almost 10 years in fact, I have been standing on the opposite bank of the river knowing I would never want to return to where I once was.

However, I realise that circumstances do – and will – change over time. What I thought was something guaranteed never to happen, happened. So, I found myself recently reaching out to my ex-husband to discuss a matter which involved our son. Nothing ominous but rather a conscious move where I realised that our collective input as parents would be useful on this occasion.

The decision to find a way back to the other river bank was mine alone. Not prompted by anyone else. Just some soul-searching which had me questioning if the move was justified, necessary or even useful. But I knew the decision was nothing about me or the previous ‘us’ but all about my son and his benefit. With that intention, I made the bold step in reaching out to a person I vowed I would never wish to contact again.

Having sent the email, and taking time to absorb the magnamity of what I had just done, I concluded that this was proof in itself that I have reached a point of no return. Contradictory statement perhaps. But, ironically, I had only metaphorically rowed back to the other bank which I had departed from years ago. Mentally, my feet are firmly planted in the spot where I am now, very much in the present. I had just fulfilled a sense of duty, nothing more, nothing less.

Hitting ‘send’ on that email was a watershed moment for me, finally affirming to myself that I am emotinally much much stronger and am not the vulnerable person I was all those years ago. I didn’t feel any tension or anxiety in the process. I wasn’t even concerned if that person would choose not to reply. It was just something I knew I had to do. I had managed to put rationale before buried frustrations from years before. I hadn’t actually realised how far I have come along until then. It was as if Allah had sent a revelation to me in His mysterious ways saying, “You have arrived!”. How liberating it feels to know I can communicate with this person now but not feel a surge of emotion, like I once did so many years ago.

I finally understand I have regained control of my life and am more mature and in control. I know there have been many incidents along the way which have attested to that, from the people I have made friends with to the friends who’ve decided to step away. All of them and more have shaped my resolve to carry on and preserve my own wellbeing. I truly understand why it is often said that a fearless woman is not someone to be taken lightly. Alhamdulillah, I feel I have stepped into that realm and am relishing it in its totality.

My boat will remain anchored on this side of the river for a long while yet.

Sisterhood

In the years since I took on the role of raising my sons alone, without their father, I’ve been blessed with the unwavering support of a select few friends who’ve formed part of my inner circle and kept me strong and hopeful. Whether it has been their kind words when I needed to hear them most, or practical help with gifts or ideas about work, all these things combined have helped prevent me from drowning in despair, Alhamdulillah.

My own sisters, each in their own capacity, have been pillars of support too. After all, they know me the most. Had it not been for the fact that from day to day, week to week, month to month, these gracious souls have given me a bit of themselves selflessly, I would not have remained optimistic and determined to soldier on. We often think that money will solve all our problems. However, any wise person would know that’s not remotely true. Money can’t buy family and friends; it can’t prevent illnesses and too much of it certainly brings more unwelcome burdens.

What good would money have done for me when I was in the darkest depths of my sorrow? It wouldn’t have restored my life to the way I wished it had remained. Although money goes a long way to alleviating some stresses in life, it’s not the panacea many fools think it is. I would argue that a strong faith in Allah is the panacea to problems because it is through that lens that everything in life becomes manageable and intelligble. And within that, He puts some special people who help facilitate that navigation process.

I’ve learnt that, on the balance of things, the blessing my female friends and family have brought me, invariably outweighs what one man could have done for me. Although I did feel very privileged to have existed in a congenial marriage, it had run its course and an alternative to it had to be found. That’s where my friends inadvertantly stepped in and have remained ever since.

Alhamdulillah, for them all. They have no idea they are priceless treasures who have been dependable and trustworthy. I have no intention of swapping my status quo with them for anyone else.

Shifting Gears

***Slowing Down to Speed Up Elsewhere***

It’s been something I’ve been contemplating for several months but only conceded to more recently – I need to review my routine and switch up things to get more out of life.

There’s no denying that age is catching up with me and I realise I wouldn’t dare try to do things now which I probably did much younger without thinking. Things like jumping from the fifth step to the bottom of the stairs or cycling down a steep slope. No doubt, I have to exercise much more caution now and that is an interesting pun in itself. I am exercising in the sense that I am trying to preserve my health but also with the understanding that I do so more as a preventative measure against other ailments. Health concerns such as loss of bone density, menopause and muscular dystrophy are some of the many concerns that women my age have to contend with.

With all that in mind, I’ve decided that I need to shift down gears when it comes to my work commitments. Easier said than done when financial demands have a chokehold on my life and hold me captive to the point of stagnation. I am yearning for something different but that difference has to be financially viable. No point in wooing change if it does not pay the bills.

So, whilst I feel the desperate need to slow down, ironically I also want to change lanes and gain momentum in other ways. Not because I am racing to reach a target. But because I am – and have been for some time – feeling restless. My brain and my soul equally are both in dire need of a new stimulus. Just like how the same exercise routine at the gym will cause the body to plateau in terms of weight loss, so too my mind needs to be jolted out of a predictable comfort zone and find something new to satiate it.

My own weakness is procrastination and a niggling feeling of self-doubt that never leaves me. I know I must take the plunge and pour more of myself into my personal projects. Whether I succeed or not is not the issue. It is moreso that I don’t surrender to my pessimistic thoughts before I’ve even tried. Having people in my inner circle who goad me to take action, has been a much-needed impetus that I”ve needed. Insha’Allah, I feel I might just be on the cusp of taking action simply because this current situation, without anything to excite me, is becoming extremely untenable.

So, whilst the gears need to be lowered, I aim to move into a new lane and essentially keep moving forward with a greater expectant hope for new things around the bend.

Embracing Old(er) Age

We live in a world which bombards us with images of perfection. Glossy magazines, social media influencers and celebrity culture do their utmost to promote themselves but in the process make the average person feel far from adequate. It takes a strong character to not be beguiled by such pressure to conform.

As an older person, I realise that even if I had that desire to constantly look not just good, but amazing, I would end up desperately unhappy or exhausted or both. Alhamdulillah, it’s a blessing that this consumerist culture which is rife given the existence of social media, is something that came too late for my generation. We escaped its intrusive tentacles.

For that reason, I find that whilst I still want to look presentable at this later stage of life, I don’t feel the need to explore unrealistic and unsustainable measures to feign a more youthful look… unless I succumb to botox or something as inane. I have slowly come to accept that ageing is a process I can’t postpone. There is no denying that I am not a fresh-faced 20-something. However, as my own sister once reminded me, we had our time and now others will be coming up behind us to occupy the ranks of youth.

Although I would be a liar if I said I don’t lament the loss of a degree of radiance, I also know that a) ageing can be done with dignity and grace and b) the outwardly appearance is less important as the inner physical health. The irony is that it is really in the last few years I have taken a more serious stance on my physical and (therefore) mental wellbeing. The fear of dying in a decrepit state is what spurs me on to preserve what I can now. Of course, there is no telling what my last days will look like but prevention is definitely better than cure.

But alongside the seemingly superficial aspect of ageing, I actually relish the phase of life I’m in now where I can put myself first. Unashamedly so. Deservedly so. Honestly so. This is what I understand embracing old age to be – I own it and am determined to make it work for me, insha’Allah.

***Working With and Not Against the Ageing Process***

10+ Years in 6 Hours

Sounds highly improbable and confusing but that’s exactly what happened last Saturday when an old friend and I met after so many years to catch up on each other’s lives.

Of course, as expected, we only just scratched the surface but the hiatus in our in-person interactions over time had done nothing to interfere with the instant reconnection we shared when we sat down together that day, Alhamdulillah! Even as I was driving on my way to meet my friend, Aziza, I was reminiscing on so many coincidences and incidents we’d shared, to the point I felt quite emotional. There have been some uncanny parallels in our lives including the times we both got married and, subsequently, divorced. I’ve known her for half my life and seeing her that day, those twenty years and more flashed through my mind like a silent sepia picture story.

***Sometimes Still, Sometimes Troubled***

It was a truly poignant reunion – thinking about what was, what is and what could have been. Neither of us imagined how the trajectory of our lives would pan out the way that it did but here we are now and trying to make the best of what we have. And although I last saw her over ten years ago, the truth is, our friendship started well before that time and a lot of water has passed under that bridge.

My meeting with Aziza, because of our similar stories, made me reflect on my past married life, including all the highs and lows. I don’t usually retreat into that zone these days as I think I’ve exhausted my emotions there. I have rinsed myself of my past to the extent where I don’t well up inside with a burgeoning grief. I can actually look back with a detached stance which in itself tells me that I have made good progress and have largely healed. So, when talking about marriage and divorce with Aziza, I found myself simply relaying facts without embellishment. I was telling a story as if I were talking about somebody else. But I think that is just the point. It was somebody else. The old me has evolved from a chrysalis into somebody who is more confident, comfortable and calm with herself and her outlook on life. I have risen from the debris of my past.

So, nostalgia does not come easily these days. I have made peace with my lot and am now working on extracting the best I can from my present life. It’s taken me ten years to create a new existence for myself and my sons. Today, I have moved into another mental zone where I occupy the centre of concentric circles which radiate out to my sons, family and beyond. I am the centre of my own attention and believe this pattern will hold until the end. I know it’s the same for my friends who are in a similar situation to me. We have worked hard to come towards the centre and it is here we are determined to remain. The centre we occupy has room only for Allah as we have learnt to eliminate the NPCs (non-playable characters). It’s a very liberating and rewarding spot to be in and the self-nurture has been instrumental towards inner peace and contentment, Alhamdulillah.

***Putting Me First and in the Centre***

Older But Younger

***Moving Forwards and Backwards at the Same Time***

It’s been a lifetime of going through long periods of low self-esteem and then short-lived bouts of positivity but finally, at this late stage of life, I feel I have finally sown the seed of confidence within.

It’s the type of confidence that tells me that I don’t need validation from others; lately I’ve found a freedom of expression be it through my attire or social circle or even my daily routine. All these things combined have helped release me into a zone where I continue to have a yearning to live and enjoy a sense of contentment and peace, Alhamdulillah.

I’d be lying if I said that state has been a constant. It hasn’t been. Rather, there have been blips and dips. I’ve had phases where I become so despondent and ask myself why bother to even reach that ever-elusive goal of perfection – perfection in the way I look, in the balance between work, exercise and rest and in the interactions with family and friends.

However, somehow, over the last few years, I’ve worked out my niche and have established a lifestyle whereby all those elements that make the whole have come into play quite well. The nicest thing I remind myself is that I get to control a lot of it and if there’s something that’s not quite right, it’s up to me to redress that balance. Nobody gets to interrupt or skew my goals.

Perhaps I haven’t articulated my thoughts too well here. But I guess what I’m also saying is that the single life in my twilight years has its advantages. No stresses brought about by a husband and his whims, expectations or demands. That’s not to denigrate marriage. For sure, marriage has many beautiful advantages and joys. However, now that I’m no longer married, I have learnt to cherish this situation and use it to my advantage. The bitter-sweet has evolved more into just sweet. And for that I am truly grateful.

I realise that Allah doesn’t give everyone everything. And that’s fine. I put my trust in His decision. Rather than lament what is seemingly lacking, I will immerse myself in what He has bestowed upon me, most of which I am not even aware of.

The older me is now living the younger version of my life. It’s not a recap of the past. It’s more a second chance in life to appreciate my own company but with a self-confidence I never had back then. I can now focus on myself having sacrificed the better part of these last 25+ years to marriage/children/post-divorce trauma. Alhamdulillah, I believe I’m at peace at last with my lot. I’ve come to terms with my situation and know that Allah wants the best for me like He does for everyone else. So the zest for life is like that of a young person who eagerly seeks their fortune with hope and zeal except I have much more life experience behind me.

I wouldn’t change what I have now for anything.

Thankful for Friends

If it weren’t for the select sentient beings in my life that I hold dearly in my inner circle, my days would have passed very differently especially these past few years. I am not one for collecting acquaintances and then deluding myself into thinking these people will stay the course of the journey through time. Some will fall by the wayside, sometimes not through want of trying but just because…

Yet, there have been a few rare occasions where there comes along a person who I gel with well to the point that I know I have their full trust as they do mine. I can talk freely without fear of being judged; I can divulge certain truths about my life and expect support or advice rooted in sincere intentions. Those type of friends aren’t many and so I treasure them.

When I think about it, I’d say that my closest friends are arguably those I’ve come to know over the last ten years ever since I vacated my position as wife. Those wonderful humans have consoled and cajoled me through thick and thin. I’d like to believe I’ve reciprocated too primarily because we’ve all had shared experiences which not everyone else would understand.

***Coffee Tastes Better with Great Company***

In my twilight years, I know I will seek out my friends to keep me sane. I will look to them for company on those days when I would like to share an experience with someone be it a day out or even a holiday abroad. Their friendship doesn’t feel burdensome or unauthentic. It’s organic and wholesome and unfettered. We simply get one another without having to explain.

Friends are one of Allah’s blessings and I say “Alhamdulillah” for giving me quality friends over quality. I don’t need an entourage of people claiming to like me. It’s enough that my small but close circle of friends and I have a healthy inter-dependency and mutual respect. Meeting them at regular intervals for a coffee is tantamount to having a wellbeing check-up at a clinic. Actually, I’d say it’s even better! There is no anxiety beforehand and I definitely leave feeling uplifted.

I pray Allah allows those special bonds to endure and flourish in every conceivable situation, through life’s ups and downs.

***Amazing Views All the Way with Friends***

Unwelcome Change

‘Change’ is a word that often carries positive connotations. People view it as a move on or away from antequated practices or beliefs. And sometimes it is that and it is welcome.

However, I’ve been feeling that there are some changes I’ve been witnessing that don’t sit well with me. I’ve observed how my own sons and I might be at loggerheads with different perspectives on things. Sometimes, I will firmly maintain I am right because I see the longer view on a matter and not simply what is seemingly apparent. That’s because I have the benefit of having lived longer on this earth and have learnt through life experiences. My sons have then conceded I have been right whether it has been immediately or much later.

However, there are other times where we don’t see eye to eye and I have had to accept that the way I see the world will permanently be at odds with my sons or younger people for that matter. That’s a difficult fact to absorb especially when the shift in opinion from one generation to the next seems seismic. The positive cultural values I was raised with, I realise, won’t necessarily be inherited by them. Whilst I lament that, I realise I can’t manipulate their minds or coerce them into thinking like me. The world in which they are growing up in is very different to the one I was raised in. We come from two different value systems and cultural contexts.

I admit it can be frustrating when I can’t convince those closest to me of my view especially when I know it is well within Islamic teachings. However, that’s not to say their views aren’t also within Islamic principles. It just seems it’s at the other diluted end of acceptable. Perhaps I need to be more understanding of the times and context and challenges that these young people face? Perhaps I am too narrow in my interpretations of things? I ask myself these questions and more. However, I find I can’t shift from what I believe to be true and as long as my opinions don’t fly in the face of Islam, I will stubbornly refuse to budge. We already live in an age where everything about our Islamic identity is being peeled back until only the core remains, if that. It’s a scary time and the cultural tidal wave that comes in and out is greatly eroding the very essence of who Muslims are.

I’m only glad that I won’t be around to see what plays out in the next 50 – 100 years.

Favourite Season – Spring

***A Spectacle of Colour Against an Azure Sky***

For as long as I can remember, Spring has always been my favourite time of year. I guess the reasons for that are obvious – it is the harbinger of change from the blustery cold winter to summer. The blossoms on trees everywhere speak of freshness, being alive and waking up to something new. In short, it marks the end of dark days and the sobering and sombre thoughts of winter.

Although some people prefer summer when the heat is in full swing and all the blossoms have finally given way to full foliage, I prefer Spring because it is a time full of joyous colour. Everything has gone from a lethargy to an energetic vibrancy which seemed to have been dormant for too long.

This vigour reverberates all around and produces a correlation in my own physical and mental being. I find myself more inclined to venture outdoors and enjoy being immersed in the carnival of colours going on around me. It is too stunning to justify with words. I marvel at Allah’s creation and the endless variations of plants and flowers and leaves. It is a feast for all the senses.

Being amonngst all this is the perfect escape from my reality. I wish this festival that nature puts on display every year, would stay with us for longer. Despite that, I’m grateful that I’m able to enjoy it with my own senses and indulge in it for free.

In a world where sometimes human connections don’t or can’t provide any fulfilment, nature always comes to the rescue.

An Even Newer Chapter

Earlier today, my son set off for his next chapter in life. He has found a new place of work and hence has had to leave home to be nearer to it. What has been home for him for the last ten years or so, is no more. This is a new phase not just for him but for the rest of us who remain behind too. Arguably, the greatest change has been for him and me, as his mother.

It’s not just the physical departure that I have to get used to. It’s the realisation that there’s a whole new permanent change that is taking place. Insha’Allah, one day he will get married and this will seal the fact that life for us as a family will forever be different now. And so it will be for my others sons too when each of them also figure out their next move, both in terms of career and marriage one day, insha’Allah. It’s a curious crossroads in life for me – a time to celebrate their growth and maturity but also to feel poignant about the past.

Would I want to hold onto my sons for the longest time? Of course! But I know that’s not healthy for any of us and I certainly do not want to be the cause of their stagnation or missed opportunities. I guess this is how life is meant to be. From one single family unit there will be splintering off. Although in my own case, their father was the first one to break away… Not the way I ever imagined my life to pan out but it is what it is. At least, with my sons, their departure from home was something I could always foresee.

With that foresight, I’ve tried to prepare myself for my own readjustments. Keeping busy with work, both paid and voluntary, and having a good close circle of family and friends, has been my saving grace. All of that embedded in a belief that Allah is the One who will guide my heart to a sense of peace and contentment. I remind myself of the adage, “The only one constant in life is change.” This is exactly where I am now, moving on the undulating waves of time. Although I don’t doubt my sons will not leave me completely on my own as I grow older, I also don’t wish to become dependent too soon. As long as I can keep going with some control over my own life, I will, insha’Allah and this is so that my own aspirations will sustain me whilst around me is all change.

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