Why I write

I started this blog because I was tired of silence. Tired of holding too much inside, tired of pretending that reflection doesn’t matter. The world is loud – men shouting over women, patriarchy disguise das religion, love confused with ownership, history rewritten to flatter the powerful. And yet in the middle of all that noise, the things that truly matter – truth, tenderness, justice, faith, love – are whispered, dismissed or buried.

The Lost Mirror is my attempt t unbury them. To write about what scratches at my chest at night when I can’t sleep. To name the things we’re told to not name. To ask questions that feel dangerous but necessary. To laugh at the absurdities, rage at the cruelties, cy at the losses, and maybe – sometimes – stumble on beauty.

You’ll find here a messy mix of spirituality, love, history, Islam, religion, patriarchy, silence and everything that hides between. Some posts will be angry, others tender. Some sarcastic, others raw. I won’t polish myself into something I am not.

This space isn’t about perfection. It isn’t about polishing the mirror, but rather finding it. It’s about honesty.

It’s about reflection.

It’s about finding, in the fragments, a mirror some of us were told to hide.

Welcome to The Lost Mirror.