by Behind Closed Doors…
A Monday Whisper | Reflection 3
ٱلسَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ وَرَحْمَةُ ٱللّٰهِ وَبَرَكَاتُهُ
May today find you healthy in body, light in spirit, rich in laughter, and wrapped in the kind of peace that makes your tea taste better and your shoes feel comfier. May you be surrounded by love like WiFi in a good café, strong, uninterrupted, and a little magical. I wish you a Monday that doesn’t feel like a Monday, and a week that tiptoes in gently, bearing good news, kind words, and the occasional unexpected nap.
This morning I greet you with a whisper, not a roar, for some things are too sacred for noise. Today’s reflection is not about what we show the world. It is about what we don’t.
We live in a world obsessed with visibility. Rewards for the loudest. Medals for the flashy. Likes for the over-sharers. But what about the quiet warriors. The ones who hold households, hold hearts, hold entire histories without applause.
Maybe you packed a lunchbox today with care no one thanked you for.
Maybe you stayed silent in a conversation just to keep the peace. Maybe your back hurts from carrying burdens no one even knows you’re lifting.
There is work being done in silence. Invisible labour. Emotional labour. Soul labour. And we’re not paid in currency.
We’re paid in peace or exhaustion or sometimes just a ten-minute scroll through memes that momentarily remind us we’re still human.
And honestly
You ever notice how the one who remembers everyone’s birthday never gets a cake. It’s like being the designated driver at a party. You’re keeping everyone alive, but your reward is lukewarm 7 Up and hearing the same story about Shazia’s ex for the fifth time.
Today I honour that work
The unseen stitches of love, patience, worry and resilience. The things you do so instinctively they’re mistaken for your personality, not your effort
And so I pray. May your hands be held by someone kind. May your name be spoken in rooms full of warmth. May your heart never have to beg for rest. May you always have enough socks. Someone who remembers your tea order. And just the right number of group chats muted.
🌿 May your invisible labour be recognised if not by others then at least by your own soul.
With soft strength and the awkward charm of someone trying to meditate but also check their notifications
Mani
Monday 21st, July 2025