It’s Official — I’m Divorced.
30 May 2016.
The day the court made it final — My marriage is officially over.
I can’t quite put into words how I felt in that exact moment.
But I remember the tears.
I remember crying during the trial, And again when the judge declared that it was truly the end.
Strangely enough, I didn’t cry because I still loved him — That part of me had already gone numb.
I cried because it was real.
Because something that once held meaning had come to its conclusion.
I no longer carry any love for the man I used to call my husband.
But I do feel... relieved.
Relieved to finally know where I stand — To have clarity, closure, and peace with my status.
I don’t know what the future holds, Or who I might share the rest of my life with.
But I’m done overthinking.
I’m done carrying weight that was never mine to bear.
Alhamdulillah.
It’s over.
And Alhamdulillah — the process was smooth and swift.
Right now, I just want to live.
To laugh with my closest friends,
To feel the warmth of my family,
To pour my heart into the work I love.
It’s time to come home to myself.
Time to choose me.
Bismillah.
Here’s to healing.
Here’s to new beginnings.
