🌱 The Lived Journey

Welcome to The Lived Journey

Every life begins with a seed.

Not just the biological seed of our parents, but a divine seed — a spiritual blueprint planted by Allah long before we ever asked who we are.

A pair of gentle hands cradles a tiny green seedling nestled in soft earth. Surrounding it are delicate, flowing patterns of light and subtle shadows, symbolizing emotional DNA, spiritual potential, and inherited wounds. The warm, natural tones evoke the lived reality and deep roots of a sacred journey unfolding day by day.
That seed carries a sacred program: the emotional DNA, spiritual potential, and unresolved wounds passed down through our family line. It holds both the burdens we were born to transform and the gifts we were created to actualize. This is not theory. This is not abstract. This is reality — lived in the texture of our days.

Soft morning light filters through leafy branches onto a journal open beside a cup of tea. Around it, subtle motifs of repeating patterns and flowing shadows weave gently into the scene, hinting at cycles in life, relationships, and hidden timings. Faint numbers and script-like verses float softly in the background, suggesting personal signs and unforgettable words guiding the journey.
When we begin to pay attention, we start to see how that seed unfolds in our daily life — in the patterns we repeat, the relationships we struggle with, the timings we dismiss, and even the shadows that seem to chase us. It shows up in the numbers that keep appearing, th
e verses that suddenly feel personal, the words we can’t forget.

This blog is a living journal of that process.

A serene Muslim woman sits peacefully by a sunlit window, holding an open Quran resting on a wooden stand before her. She wears modest clothing made of natural fibers—soft cotton or linen—in gentle pastel shades like dusty rose, soft sage, or muted lavender. The room around her is warm and full of life—soft plants, textured fabrics, and gentle sunlight filtering through green leaves outside. Her expression is calm and contemplative, embodying a deep connection to the Qur’anic verses she’s reciting and the spiritual journey she embraces. This scene reflects a harmonious blend of faith, nature, and everyday life, inviting viewers into an intimate moment of reflection and sacred guidance.
I write from my own life — the Qur’anic verses I’m reciting, the signs I’m tracking, the emotional mirrors I’m facing. I speak about what I see in society, in family dynamics, in generational wounds, and in the misalignments that cost us our center.

I speak about the narcissists I’ve dealt with, the inheritance of silence and suppression, and the Qur’anic verses that speak louder than any voice in the room. I don’t write from theory — I write from the unfolding. From lived truth.

An open Quran lies on a wooden table in a cozy writer’s nook beside a notebook. Deep blue and purple flowers, glowing candles, and soft incense smoke create a serene, sacred space for reflection and the unfolding of lived truth through Qur’anic verses.
Each post may begin with a verse I’ve recited or written that morning, a moment of tafsir study, or the dhikr that opened something in me. From that anchor, I reflect on what is rising:

  • Emotional patterns surfacing and breaking

  • The divine timing of numbers and names

  • What is happening in the world and what it asks of us

  • What we’re neglecting and what we’re being called to rise to

A weathered oak tree or ancient roots — symbolizing deep roots, resilience, and legacy.
But it always returns to the root:
My Qur’an practice, my dhikr, my tafsir — the alignment I seek to rebuild each day. Some days I make it. Some days I don’t. I’ll share both. Because part of the lived journey is watching how things fall apart when we step out of sync — and witnessing how mercy invites us to realign again, not with shame, but with truth.

This blog isn’t about being perfect.

It’s about being awake.
Because what we ignore, we repeat.
And what we face, transforms.

I don’t offer advice.
I offer what’s real.

Welcome to the journey.


This image is a symbolic representation of a hijabi woman — it is not me. I am Sister Spade.

A strong woman stands calmly in natural light, wearing simple, flowing clothing in soft, earthy tones. She gazes forward with quiet resilience and grace. Behind her, subtle, translucent calligraphy of Qur’anic verses and symbolic geometric patterns softly frame her, representing guidance from the Qur’an and Ahlul Bayt (AS). The background blends warm hues suggesting both struggle and hope, embodying strength born from hardship and spiritual authenticity.
In a world where social media often highlights glamour and perfection, I choose transparency over illusion. I show myself as I truly am: a woman shaped by struggle, forged through a lifetime of resilience against narcissism. Though beaten down by adversaries, I rise—with the Qur’an and the Ahlul Bayt (AS) as my guide—to reclaim my authenticity and strength. I am Palestine.

This space is not about physical appearance; it is about the lived journey and the strength behind it. But I believe in honesty, so if you wish to see me as I am — unfiltered, without makeup, and without pretense — you can find me here:

How Imam Mahdi (A) Will Rule His Global Government — Sister Spade (English)

Connect with me professionally on LinkedIn: Nasreen Syed

Explore my writings — over 20 blogs covering various topics from an Islamic perspective — here: Sadiq Evolution Blog

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