Anger. Bitterness. Depression. An outsider.  These are some of the feelings and emotions I had lived with for as long as I could remember; I never questioned why although there was no root cause, I just knew this is who I was.  Always feeling empty and alone like I didn’t fit in even within the confinements of my own family.  I was known as a ‘laraaki’ – a girl who is always fighting with everyone, I accepted this title and gave up on ever being truly happy.  Had I only known that this was because I was possessed, I would have not felt so hopeless and maybe taken Islam and Allah swt more seriously back then. Continue reading