No matter how lost I felt, no matter how many times the world tried to silence me, Allah has always been there for me. I didn’t grow up in a religious household. I grew up in a home where they claimed to be Muslim but didn’t live by it. Faith was something spoken about, not something practiced. Yet, even as I was surrounded by contradictions, something inside me always longed for Allah. When I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I was told my reality was distorted—that my truth was nothing more than a symptom. But deep in my heart, I knew differently. I was not sick for speaking the truth. I was not broken for seeing what others refused to acknowledge. The world tried to silence me, to mold me into something I was not, but I refused to lose myself. Through betrayal, manipulation, and heartbreak, I searched for answers. I longed to return to Allah, but fear and shame kept me away. Yet, even in my darkest moments, He never abandoned me. I always repented, always had Him in my heart, even when the world made me doubt myself. Every hardship, every struggle, was leading me back to Him. This is my journey—a story of faith, resilience, and healing.
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