Your Light Too Bright for Them
There comes a time in every woman’s life when she must realize—some people will hate you not because of what you’ve done, but because of the light you carry.
I used to wonder why she hated me so deeply, why her words were laced with venom, why her presence carried so much resistance toward mine. I searched my heart, asking myself if I had wronged her. But the truth is simpler, and more painful:
My light was too bright for her shadows.
I carry a truth within me that cannot be dimmed. When I walk into a room, I do not come with arrogance—I come with truth, with sincerity, with a soul that has been crushed and resurrected a thousand times.
I carry the fire of survival, the glow of divine connection, the radiance of a woman reborn through pain.
But not everyone welcomes the light.
They Loved the Darkness More
Some people thrive in darkness. They wear masks, they manipulate, they gossip, they twist stories to fit their hunger for power or control. For people like them, the presence of light becomes unbearable.
It confronts their denial. It reveals their hypocrisy. It shows them what they are trying to hide—from the world, and from themselves.
And when someone like me shows up—not perfect, not boastful, but honest and awake—it burns them. My light exposes their lies. My voice unsettles their narrative. My faith threatens their illusion.
So they fight back. They mock. They slander. They attack. Not because I am wrong—but because I reflect the truth they cannot face.
The Poison of Greed and Nafs
What drives such hatred? It’s not me. It’s the nafs—the ego, the greed, the worldly attachments. The desire to control, to dominate, to rise by crushing others. These forces blind them, and in their blindness, they see my light as a threat.
My existence alone becomes an accusation to them, even when I say nothing.
That is why she envies me. That is why her hatred runs so deep. Not because I took anything from her, but because I am everything she cannot manipulate.
Because I rise without her approval.
Because I shine without dimming myself to fit in.
Because I speak the truth, and she has built her life on lies.
The Cost of Light is Loneliness
Yes, carrying the light can be lonely.
Sometimes I walk alone. Sometimes I cry alone.
But I would rather be hated for my truth than loved for a lie.
I have made peace with this path.
I know now that my light is not for everyone. Some will run from it. Some will attack it. But those who are meant to heal, will find it and walk beside me.
And that is enough.