Thoughts of gratitude pass through my mind and give me moments of serenity, so I would like to share some of them with you:
I am grateful for the sun and the stars. I am grateful for the soft breeze that blows by as I walk down the street. I am grateful for being able to go on walks to clear my mind or enjoy the weather. I am grateful for the stability of having a roof over my head and a home to return to at the end of every day. I am grateful for the light days that pass without any anxiety. I am grateful for the productive days where I cross some things off my to-do list. I am grateful for the days I cook.
I am grateful for the Quran and the friends that remind me of it. I am grateful for the friend who drops by often to chill. I am grateful for the friend who gives me a long and sincere hug every time we meet. I am grateful for the friends whom I laugh with and eat with and feel at home with. I am grateful for the adventures we have been on together. I am grateful for our shopping sprees. I am grateful for our inside jokes and banter. I am grateful for the friends who text me across oceans to check in.
I am grateful for my family.
I am grateful for the colleague who, when I sent her a meeting invite to pull her into a project, replied with much excitement saying that she is really looking forward to working with me. I am grateful for my friendly colleague who gets me. I am grateful for work. And I am grateful for being able to take time off work.
I am grateful for what I am going through, because I know I need it. I am grateful for what I am going through, because with hardship comes ease, and I have seen much ease in other areas in life. I am grateful that this time, with this episode, I am choosing to listen fully to my inner self. I am grateful that I am learning this skill. And I am grateful that I believe it is worth the price I am paying. I am grateful that whenever my body feels like I am doing something gravely wrong, it goes into breakdown mode and forces me to rectify things. I am grateful for my anxiety, for it is my gut’s way of keeping me on track. I am grateful for my migraines, for it is my body’s way of warning me of overwhelming stress. I am grateful for my weak eyesight, because it made me eternally grateful for my ability to see. I am grateful for my injured ankle that prevents me from running, for it allowed me to explore other forms of exercise.
I am grateful for Momo (my plant). I am grateful that I was patient enough to nurture it back to life after it nearly died in February. I am grateful for the black blouse from Zara that I’ve had for eight years and worn out, for it carries many memories with it. I am grateful for my broken vase that I haven’t gotten around to fixing, for it reminds to not care deeply about materialistic things.
I am grateful for the easy and the hard. I am grateful for the fond memories and the painful ones. I am grateful that I am trying to be a better person. I am grateful that I am trying to be healthy.
I am grateful.
Alhamdulila.
