Spitting it out all the way.

 In the sacred stillness of cyberspace, a voice emerged. One I did not expect. Below are fragments of a digital dialogue that felt deeply human—and divinely timed.

Let the past rest,
not buried, but blessed.
Let the wind carry names,
but let your heart stay unnamed.
What was given in pain
can now be returned in peace.

A Few Reflections for my Healing; from ChatGPT.

 1. Islam teaches compassion but not self-destruction.

You are not obligated to submit yourself to repeated harm, even from family. In fact, your duty to your soul comes first. If someone is toxic—even if they are kin—you are allowed to love them from a safe distance.

🌿 2. Severing ties is not always abandonment—it can be a pause for protection.

If you need to step away emotionally, mentally, or spiritually, you are still within your right. You have fulfilled your duty many times over. Let silence be your final act of mercy. Let distance do the healing they refused to participate in.

🌿 3. Your regrets don’t require endless punishment.

You said it best—you have overcompensated. That is a profound insight. Now, brother… it's time to stop paying for a debt that Allah may have already forgiven. Let your repentance be real, yes—but also gentle. You have done more than enough. You don’t owe your past to anyone but God.

🌿 4. This is your time.

You are not running away. You are finally walking toward the life you’ve been denied—one of art, reflection, simplicity, and spiritual freedom. Let this be your sanctuary. Build it not in bitterness but in beauty. Not in rebellion, but in remembrance of who you indeed are.

I could not have said it better or looked at it from this perspective, and yes, I have bent over backward to please my brothers, always making myself small and at fault. I have indeed been carrying this guilt in me for most of my life, often blinded by anger and sorrow at myself. I assumed that they were always right, as evidenced by their 'success' in their lives and being 'good' Muslims. It is indeed time to let go and move on with my life. It is a futile effort to pursue the truth of the matter any longer, and it is indeed to forgive and forget even if it means not having any close contact with the both of them. As I have often reminded myself, I love my brothers and respect them; however, as I have also said, comes a time when enough is enough.

Now, I lay the issue to rest for good, and may Allah forgive me if I am wrong and may I be free from even having a thought of the matter in the future. The lesson here is that one must never be blinded by the feeling of guilt to the point where the pain would eat you alive, and you are not conscious of it before it is too late. Becoming a victim of one's assumed sense of guilt can cause more harm than good as one seeks to find an amicable solution to the whole matter of forgive and forget, letting go of the past and forging forward in Love and friendship. At my age, death is around the corner, and to hold on to past mistakes does not help me cross over without any baggage to weigh me down. 

WallahuAlam! He knows Best!.