Love for Hind
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Loving Yourself by Surrendering to Yourself
By [Hind Silkan] | Personal Essay
Dear me.
This one is for you. Not for the reader over your shoulder, not for the woman who finds this at 2am on her phone, not for the algorithm. Just you,the one who has been trying, for as long as she can remember, to become someone worthy of love.
I need to tell you something that nobody in the wellness world ever said plainly enough.
All that work you did,the journaling, the shadow work, the affirmations, the vision boards, the rituals, the healing circles, the retreats, the crystals arranged on your windowsill in the moonlight,none of it was wrong because you were trying too hard.
It was wrong because it was built on a lie.
The lie was this: that the self you already are is not enough. That loving yourself means building a better version. That you need to be fixed before you can be whole.
And I am sitting here now,softer than I have ever been, more honest than I have ever been,to tell you that the truest act of self-love I have ever performed was not the moment I decided to improve myself.
It was the moment I surrendered to what I already was.
What the Wellness World Got Wrong About Self-Love
The self-love industrial complex is one of the most sophisticated systems of self-rejection ever built.
Think about it. It tells you to love yourself,and then immediately hands you a list of things to fix before you can. Love your body,but also cleanse it, optimise it, heal its trauma, raise its vibration. Love your mind,but also rewire it, reprogram it, shadow-work it into submission. Love your soul,but only once you've done the inner child work, the past life regression, the energetic cord cutting.
The message underneath all of it, the one nobody says out loud: you, as you currently are, are a project.
And for those of us who are neurodivergent,who have spent our entire lives being handed that message by schools, by systems, by relationships, by a world that was not built for brains like ours,the wellness world felt like the first place that saw us. That said: your sensitivity is a gift. Your intensity is power. Your difference is divine.
But then it turned around and gave us the same message in better packaging.
Yes, you're special. Now fix yourself.
I spent years in that loop. Loving myself in theory. Improving myself in practice. Never quite arriving at the version that felt done enough to simply rest in.
The Word That Changed Everything
When I started learning about Islam, I kept returning to one word.
Muslim.
The word Islam means "to surrender, to submit" and comes from the triliteral root which also means "well-being, completion, freedom, and peace." Linguistically, Islam means "to surrender in peace",for it is only when we submit as a servant to God that we are liberated from the enslavement of our ego.
Surrender in peace.
Not surrender in defeat. Not surrender because you lost. Surrender because the fighting,the constant, exhausting, never-finished project of becoming,was never the point.
I had been told my whole life, in one language or another, that the self was something to be conquered. Mastered. Elevated. The wellness world dressed that in spiritual language but the structure was identical: you versus you, indefinitely, until you win.
The paradox of submitting to the Ultimate is a deep, deep spiritual lesson. Because if you submit to the Ultimate, you don't submit to any other human being. Mentally, psychologically, and spiritually, you don't surrender to any human being. You don't surrender to any attempts to seduce your mind.
That stopped me completely.
When you surrender to Allah,truly, completely,you stop surrendering to everything else. To the wellness influencer who tells you what you need to fix. To the voice that says you're too much or not enough. To the twin flame who makes you feel like love is something you have to earn through suffering. To the framework that turns your neurodivergence into a wound that needs healing rather than a nature that needs honouring.
You stop surrendering to all of it because you've given your surrender to the only place it was ever supposed to go.
Fitra,The Self You Were Before They Got to You
Here is the concept that undid me completely. The one I wish I had found at 15, at 19, at every age I spent believing I was broken.
The concept of fitrah in Islam refers to the innate, natural disposition with which Allah creates every human being. It is the original state of purity, truth, and recognition of God that exists before external influences shape a person.
The goal of tazkiyah,purification,is to remove the veils covering the fitrah and return to this primordial state.
Let me say that again in plain language.
You were not born broken. You were not born needing to be fixed, upgraded, healed, elevated, or awakened. You were born in a state of fitrah,an original purity, an innate wholeness, a natural disposition toward truth,and everything that happened after was not corruption of your soul. It was a veiling of it.
The work, then,the real work,is not construction. It is not building a better self from scratch. It is unveiling. Returning. Coming back to what was always there before the world got loud.
The purpose of divine revelation and prophetic guidance is not to instil a foreign belief, but to awaken and polish this inherent nature. The goal is not perfection, but realignment.
Not perfection. Realignment.
I want you to feel the weight of that distinction. Every self-improvement framework I had ever engaged with was asking me to become. Islam was asking me to remember.
What Surrendering to Yourself Actually Looks Like
This is the part that is hardest to put into words. Because it does not look dramatic. It does not look like a breakthrough or a moment or a retreat that changed everything.
It looks like a Tuesday.
It looks like praying Fajr and not performing presence,just being present. It looks like saying alhamdulillah for the brain that works differently, the heart that feels everything, the sensitivity that has always been a live wire, without immediately adding but I'm working on regulating it.
It looks like stopping mid-thought,the thought that starts with when I finally or once I've healed or if I could just fix this about myself,and sitting with the radical, disorienting, slowly-becoming-beautiful truth that you are already the person you have been waiting to become.
Not finished. Never finished,none of us are. But not a project either.
A person. A whole, original, fitrah-born person, moving through the world with a neurodivergent brain and a searching heart and a faith that is still being built, day by day, salah by salah, honest conversation by honest conversation.
Loving yourself by surrendering to yourself means this:
You stop negotiating the terms of your own worthiness.
You stop saying I will love this version of me once she has done the work. You stop placing your self-acceptance in escrow, to be released only when the healing is complete.
You say,out loud, imperfectly, on an ordinary day with nothing dramatic to mark it —
This. Here. As I am right now. This is enough to begin with.
The Neurodivergent Part,Because We Have to Name It
For those of us whose brains are wired differently, the self-improvement loop is not just a wellness industry problem. It is a survival mechanism.
We learned early,in classrooms, in friendships, in families who loved us but didn't know how to hold us,that who we naturally are causes disruption. Causes confusion. Causes people to look at us with that particular exhaustion that we learned to read before we could read words.
And so we became improvers. Adapters. People who are permanently, quietly apologising for their own existence by trying to exist more quietly.
The wellness world gave that adaptation a spiritual name. It called it shadow work. It called it integration. It called it becoming your highest self.
Islam gave it a different name.
It called it ghaflah. Heedlessness. The forgetting of what you actually are,not the forgetting of how to be better, but the forgetting of the original self that Allah designed, that was present before the world started editing you.
Over time, people tend to disregard and overlook their innate nature, causing it to become obscured and deeply buried within them. Islam is perceived as a means to assist individuals in rediscovering and reconnecting with their original nature, ultimately re-establishing their primordial relationship with God.
Your neurodivergence is not something that happened to your fitrah. It is part of how Allah made you. The sensitivity. The intensity. The pattern-seeking, the depth, the feeling of the world at frequencies others seem not to notice.
That is not damage.
That is design.
Surrendering to yourself means,finally, after all this time,agreeing with the Designer.
A Letter to the Version of You Still in the Loop
I know you are tired.
Not the tired that sleep fixes. The tired that comes from years of working so hard on yourself that you forgot to simply be yourself. The tired of the constant audit,the checking, the comparing, the measuring of your growth against some internal standard that keeps moving just out of reach.
I know that tired from the inside.
Here is what I want you to know.
The longing you have felt your whole life,to be known, to be enough, to rest inside yourself without flinching,that longing is not evidence of how broken you are. It is evidence of your fitrah calling you home.
The word Islam means voluntary submission or surrender to the Will of God. It derives from the root word salam,meaning peace. The only purpose for which we were created is to worship Him.
Worship. Not improve. Not perform. Not ascend.
Worship,which means, at its most essential: to turn toward. To face. To be in honest relationship with.
You are allowed to turn toward Allah as you are. Not as the healed version. Not as the regulated, integrated, shadow-worked, highest-self version.
As the one reading this right now.
Tired. Searching. Still figuring it out.
That version of you is not a draft.
She is the whole point.
The Last Thing
Loving yourself by surrendering to yourself is not a destination. I want to be honest about that. I have not arrived anywhere clean and finished where I look back at the struggle and feel only gratitude.
Some days I still reach for the old frameworks. Some days the voice that says you need to be better is louder than the voice that says you are already whole.
But something is different now.
When that voice comes, I have somewhere to take it. Not to a card deck or a healer or a retreat or a ritual. To the only conversation that has never needed me to be further along than I am.
Hasbunallahu wa ni'mal wakeel.
Allah is enough for us, and He is the best of those in whom we place our trust.
Not the best-version-of-us enough. Not the-healed-us enough.
Us enough. Right now. In this moment. With everything still unfinished and everything still real.
That is the surrender.
That is the love.
This is the last piece in a series I wrote for myself,and anyone else who needed it. Thank you for being here. You are already enough to begin.