Empower Your Journey to Healing

We all have a story to share. I want to walk along side with you and help you navigate yours. Mine looks something like this ...

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I'm a Palestinian Arabic woman. I live far away from home. My life from birth has been the a series of events to prepare me to be the person I am today. While there was no way for me to know that then. A deeper part of me was very connected to my true self and knew, I was meant for something deeper, bigger and grander than what I was going through. 

I was born to a muslim family, and was given islam as a religion.

My parents got a divorce when I was 6months old, their divorce in the 80s was a stain of shame, turmoil and deep pain to all. 

when my parents divorced they divorced me too and my maternal grandmother took me in.

Both of my parents were in deep pain of the separation and I reminded them of the wound they didn't want to remember, so keeping me with my grandmother, helped them forget about their pain temperately until guilt was loud to ignore and then they'd appear in my life and the cycle counted for 25yrs. 

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I went to Catholic school. During the day I would pray to Jesus and at night I'd pray to Mohammed. I didn't care, it was the same prayer, we just changed the names. I loved my friends and teachers and I loved how diverse we all were. I felt a sense of belonging in the diversity. Our differences brought us together, we loved each other and we were one big family. I love them so much. 

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At home/life that wasn't the case, labels were more outlined, red underlined: 

Divorce

muslim

woman

child

abandonment

sleep alone in the dark

no bedtime story

alone

lonely

growing angry

growing feeling unsafe

unavailable parents

sexual assault from a family member

guilt/shame/confession/pain...

...the list went on 

 

Fast forward ... Deep wounds

childhood wounds

mother wound/wounded feminine 

father wound/ wounded masculine 

hidden wounds

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looking for LOVE

LOVE is a mirror

failed marriages 

I married exactly my wounds 

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M first marriage was mirroring my grandmother and her approval of me.

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My second marriage; I married someone who was exactly like my father (verbally & emotionally abusive). Someone I thought I loved SO, SO much. Who used love as a weapon, to hurt me. He stole my money, cheated on me and beat me up. I was stuck in this fog for 2.5yrs, I was so lost & alone I allowed myself to be in a very vunroble  position; he beat me up 3 times. The 3rd time, he broke my teeth, damaged my right eye permanently, tore my ear tube; I went deaf in my right ear for a whole year, I had black bruise. All of that I can handle, I can heal. However. I had to experience physical death to understand ... this is not love.

He chocked me so hard, after healing my trauma it came to me that I was trying to fight him and I said; I'm not afraid of you, you can't kill me 

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I dove deep and learned the tools, education & knowledge  to help me heal my wounds. With that knowledge, I'm confident, I can add clarity, certainty and value to your perspective while you navigate how you want to shape your story.