This Eid is unlike any other, a celestial alignment, a sacred synchronicity where the moon’s crescent kisses the dawn of my personal new year. Two celebrations woven into one, a divine reminder that gratitude is not only for what has been given but also for what has been withheld.

For the first time, I do not merely count my blessings; I honor my absences. The dreams that dissolved like mist at sunrise, the doors that remained closed, the failures that carved their wisdom into my bones. With every “no” from the universe, I was sculpted. With every fall, I learned the contours of my own strength. The life I live today is a mosaic of divine precision each broken piece, each unanswered prayer, a fragment of a greater design.

There is a serenity in surrender, a quietude that comes only when the soul stops wrestling with the illusion of control. The ambitions I once clutched like lifelines—the possessions, the accolades, the milestones have all been gently pried from my grasp, replaced by something far more profound: trust. Trust in a plan far wiser than my own desires. Trust that the peace I carry within is proof enough of its perfection.

To those I have hurt along the way, with my words, my silences, my stubborn heart, I offer my deepest remorse. Know that my stumbles were never about you. They were the friction of my becoming, the necessary fractures that shaped my thoughts, my faith, my very essence. If I disappointed you by refusing to bend, if I seemed cold in my pursuit of truth, if my authenticity felt like an attack, I understand your pain. But I could not betray myself to appease another.

Yes, I have been called arrogant. Unyielding. Too serious when laughter was expected, too demanding when ease was preferred. But what may seem like hardness is merely the soul’s insistence on its own language. I will not dull my edges to fit into softer hands.

This year, I step into a new rhythm one of surrender, not to expectation, but to emergence. No more resisting what is meant to unfold. No more contorting myself to fit borrowed molds. This is the year of shedding shells, of allowing life to move through me without apology. The year of celebrating scars as much as triumphs, of honoring the path as much as the destination.

To those who walked beside me despite my storms, thank you. Your patience was a mercy I did not earn.

Here’s to a new era—one of unbridled authenticity, of radical acceptance, of love that does not shrink, and peace that does not waver.

With grace, with fire, with endless gratitude
Love. Peace. Serenity.