Change The Conversation

We live in a world where hustle is glorified, control is worshipped, and power is often mistaken for presence. In this world, we’re taught that everything can be earned, bought, or achieved, even enlightenment. But the truth is:  Divinity cannot be hustled. God Consciousness cannot be manipulated. You cannot talk your way into it. You cannot strategize your way there. You cannot outpray, outperform, or outshine your way into alignment with it. You can meditate all day, chant every mantra, post the most polished spiritual content, and still remain out of resonance. Because God Consciousness does not respond to appearances, it responds to truth. It does not align with what  looks  divine. It aligns with what  is  divine. You Do Not Choose God Consciousness. It Chooses You. This might sound uncomfortable at first, especially in a world obsessed with control. But it is actually one of the most liberating truths of all. You do not earn God Consciousness. You surrende...

I don’t believe in labeling people as simply good or bad .  Life isn’t that black and white. Instead, I’ve come to see that we are not defined by static identities but by the energy we carry, the choices we make, and the way we show up in the world. We are what we embody, and what we embody comes from what we hold within. When we are full of love, it shows. When we are filled with resentment, that too becomes visible. The lack of something within us often manifests as its distorted shadow in our actions. A lack of self-love can appear as hatred toward ourselves or projected onto others. A lack of confidence may come out as arrogance or aggression. Envy is often just the ache of unacknowledged potential or unloved parts of ourselves. It’s easy to take people’s behavior personally. But the truth is, what others project onto us is often a reflection of what they are wrestling with internally . When someone acts out in anger or judgment, it's not really about us. It's about what t...

There was a time I moved through life half asleep, shaped by the noise of the world more than the truth within me. Like many of us, I would perform before I had the chance to pause. To choose a role before I understood the weight of identity. To adapt, to impress, to survive. But beneath the layers of expectation, I began to feel the silence of something sacred-my own voice, patiently waiting to be heard. The greatest gift I have given myself is the patience to learn who I am before committing to being someone I am not. That kind of patience is not passive. It is radical. It means resisting the pressure to conform. It means sitting in discomfort when clarity has not yet come. It means honoring the process of becoming, even when it looks like stillness to the outside world. This gift has come at a cost. Letting go of versions of myself I clung to just to feel accepted. Saying no when silence was easier. Choosing solitude over performance. But in return, I have found a depth that cannot...

Anything that requires me to abandon my values, betray my beliefs, or compromise my integrity is not for me. It can miss me completely and I will not chase it. Integrity is my compass. If I must leave grace behind, silence my truth, or step out of alignment with my soul to gain something, then it was never truly meant for me. Nothing real requires me to become someone I am not. If I have to acquire it through injustice, manipulation, coercion, or harm, then I do not want it. Because anything I must gain at the cost of my integrity will never bring peace. And I will not trade my peace for performance. Perform for who? This is not just a moral stance it’s a soul decision. I understand now that I cannot lead from a fractured place. I cannot guide others from wounds I refuse to acknowledge. Leadership without integrity is hollow. Influence without self-awareness is dangerous. Integrity means I choose to heal before I lead. It means I walk in truth even when it’s not rewarded. It means I ho...

I’ve always heard that pilgrimage is a call. Something sacred. Something deeply personal. I never thought it would come for me, at least not now. Maybe later in life, I thought. When I was older. When I had done more. When I was a better believer. I imagined myself being more perfect, more spiritually put together, someone who had earned the right to meet God in such a holy place. But here I am, with the call reaching me earlier than I ever expected. To be honest, I never felt like I was ready to visit these sacred places. I carried this belief that I had to be more more faithful, more pure, more certain. I thought you had to arrive at Hajj having already done all the inner work. Instead, what I am realizing is that the journey is the work. The call came not because I was perfect, but because I am ready to grow. I have always had questions about God. My seeking began early. I remember being four years old and already wondering about the nature of God, trying to make sense of the unseen...