The Gentle That Endures

Femininity is not a handicap. The Feminine is powerful. Why else would so many try to shrink it down and dilute its presence?

I am the headlines on daily newspaper, I am the numerous awareness campaign, I am the new way of making money by various NGOs. I am sadly the old way of making money through flesh trade too. I am various spoof, I am subject of numerous intellectual, socio-political debates.

Spend less energy seeking approval and more time being curious about who you are and what you look forward to doing, Life gets a lot more interesting when you embrace imperfection. Be in the moment. Chase the dream. Value new experiences.

There is a lot to unlearn and relearn. But the journey from the confusion to the conclusion is incredibly inspiring. My voice which always lead to my humiliation now made me realize that it was always my strength.

There is so much to give attention to the injustice of the common humanity. There is a great attention to be given for the existence of one’s self. Some of us will know the cause of one’s existence, some of us will find them. At the end, we have to make justice for this opportunity that we have for making of a better planet to live.

I’m the burning womanly soul, In the world of darkness, With the crown of Shining tears, The fire of femininity is burning in the heart, Why should we die when there is no fault?

Not every form of love is loud. Not every act of care needs to be explained. Some of the most enduring kinds of affection arrive without announcement, stay without condition, and carry on without ever asking to be noticed. These are the kinds of gestures the world overlooks, but the heart remembers — and Allah never forgets.

We live in a time where affection is often measured by how visible it is. Words, grand moments, and shared posts are given more value than quiet presence or small, sincere actions. But true affection doesn’t perform. It remains. It may not speak much, but it never disappears when you need it most. It is gentle, but it doesn’t fade. It stays because it was never pretending.

Islam teaches us that love and mercy go hand in hand. The Prophet ﷺ was not known for extravagant gestures, but for his deep presence, his calm way of listening, his silent support, and the ease he gave to those around him. That is real gentleness. Not softness that is weak — but kindness that is strong enough to carry someone’s burden quietly.

There is affection in the cup of tea made without being asked. In the quiet check-in from someone who remembers your silence. In the pair of hands that serve without reminding. In the words unsaid, but deeply meant. This is not about romance or recognition. It is about rahmah — the mercy that moves hearts and holds them gently, for the sake of Allah.

We often overlook the love that comes without decoration. We forget the weight of a sincere dua, the strength of a friend who keeps your honour in your absence, the mother who prays for you long after you’ve stopped asking, or the father who worries in silence but shows up every time. This is the gentle that endures. The kind that is often quiet — but never empty.

If you are someone who gives this kind of affection, do not feel forgotten. Your reward is not in being seen by the world, but in being known to your Rabb. And if you are blessed enough to receive this kind of love from someone, never take it lightly. It is rare. It is real. And it is rooted in sincerity.

In the end, it is not the loudest love that lasts. It is the gentlest — the one that walks beside you when the world turns away. The one that makes room for your silence, respects your space, and stays, not for attention, but for love that begins with mercy and ends with loyalty.

That is the gentle that endures.