You know sometimes you meet a soul and you are like I love you... that is what happened with us. We met as strangers. I was in my own world, which is quite usual for me, so I did not notice her at first. As an ambivert, travelling allows my soul to get lost in the wanders around me. But every so often, someone rubs me the wrong way which brings me back to those around me. I see that as polishing my mirror. The mystics say if you can't see the diseases of your heart, how will you purge yourself of it. As humans we don't like it, I suppose who would.
On this trip it happened again. The new me would be like 'meh and ciao' with a smile, but at the time I was a people pleaser, who had severe anxiety. This beautiful soul held me. To this day I do not why and how, but she just knew what my soul craved. I did not realise her status or who she was and treated her just like my other friends. I remember someone saying do you know who she is, you can't talk to her like that'. I remember asking her and she was like 'why does that make a difference, you are my sister'. I held that close. The humility of this wonderful lady carved a special place in my heart.
As our relationship developed, she became my mentor, my younger but older sister. When I wanted hope, she would support me. I shared my intimate spiritual dreams and hopes. Where others mocked me, she would share her pearls, giving me hope and support me. One time she even posted me her favourite bukhoor and to do this day I use it sparingly as it is difficult to get hold of, but also because it reminds me of her.
The night before I launched my business, she gave me my biggest break. Her belief in me, fuelled my belief in me further. What we did not realised that night we became mirrors. The only thing was my mirror held me accountable and before each breakthrough she held me in a space of love and non-judgement. As she said recently 'this works cos of the right balance of assertiveness and love'.
She always wants for me what I want for me. I talk often about men of God, but here I was with a Woman of God, but not just any woman but a woman I called my sister.