Over ten years ago, I went to my doctor for two pimples on my chin. I wanted to talk about diet. I left with a prescription for a harsh medication that would take a serious toll on my body. My concerns were dismissed and my instincts were ignored.

Years later, I spent almost a year doing everything right trying to conceive, and still had a miscarriage. My bloodwork kept coming back normal. A doctor offered me a diabetes medication. I said no.

I refused to wait another year before trying to actually fix it, so I found HTMA, started digging into root cause health, and began learning what my body had been trying to tell me all along.

Then I lost my father, Allah yerhamo. In my grief, I turned to Allah, and in a du'a, I found peace. Not long after, Allah blessed me with my son and a homestead where we live rooted, nourished, and close to the earth, ma shaa Allah.

What I found in my own healing was not just for me. Every sister I talked to had some version of the same story, the same dismissal, the same exhaustion. I could not keep that knowledge to myself.

That journey, the gaslighting, the searching, the surrender, the blessing, is why I do this work.

I am a Mentor for High-Achieving Muslim Women. I help Muslim women honor the amanah of their body, so they have the capacity to show up fully for their families, their work, and the ummah, in shaa Allah.