11/12/2025
Ancestral healing is not an esoteric concept - it has its roots in our NOW human experience - it manifests itself gently, in our conversations, in the way we hold hands, in the softness that begins to soften our hearts and our eyes - it begins to manifest in the beginning of forgiveness for ourselves, for our parents, for their parents and theirs as we begin to, with our footsteps that seek graveyards and homes we once called our own, in herbs and spices that heal, in wrinkles and smiles, in memories that unfold over one cup of tea and another- in the rooftops of our villages and the mud streets that we once believed to be endless… as we begin to understand how terribly broken we all are, how human, how full of longing and dreams we are , we all are - our parents and theirs and theirs
And that, in every choice they have made, in the ones we are making, there is a long forgotten wift of love - we are trying, they have tried the best they knew then, the best we know now.
I went to my childhood village - with my parents - with my husband - I resisted till the very day, and I went - I went on the roads I used to go on, I listened to the songs that used to blare through the speakers, my father humming along, I went to meet people I hadn’t seen in decades, to visit those long gone who used to feed me and love me and hold me when I would cry. I met their children and my childhood friends- I visited homes that I couldn’t recognise and I allowed myself to cry for all that I believed was possible then - for my innocence - I cried for my parents and theirs and theirs and theirs who when all is said, did the best they could with the resources they had -
I’ve come back with a deep sense of grief, my heart both weightless and drowning in how difficult it is to be human- in how fleeting it is to be human - in how unbearable it is to be human - in how beautiful it is to be human.
Allah make it easy for us all in both worlds Ameen.
