The Local Wanderer
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13/04/2026
BREAKPOINT!
From the outside, it looked unhinged.
A woman pulling boys from the neighbourhood into ration drives,
talking about tawakkul,
then taking them for coffee, cycling, even a tattoo.
No structure. No explanation. No clear reason.
If you were watching casually, you’d think:
she’s just… doing random things with them.
But nothing about it was random.
There was a sequence.
Not written. Not taught.
But built over years… and now happening in real time.
It started with grounding.
Ration.
Service.
Tawakkul.
Not as a lesson - but as a state.
Then the environment began to shift.
Different spaces.
Different conversations.
Different standards of how life can look… and feel.
No lectures.
Just proximity.
And something subtle starts happening when you stay in a different environment long enough.
You don’t “learn”.
You begin to see differently.
Then think differently.
Then act… without being told.
Cycling looked like a break.
It wasn’t.
It was movement without identity.
No labels. No expectations.
Just a version of them that hadn’t existed before… quietly coming forward.
What took years for me to understand…
started compressing inside them in weeks.
Not because I explained it.
But because they were close enough to feel it…
and then pushed enough to act inside it.
And once that happens, something locks in.
The way they speak changes.
What they notice changes.
What they accept… changes.
We moved from that…
to real-world ex*****on.
Conversations with businesses.
Understanding how systems actually work.
Building something tangible in healthcare.
No curriculum.
No “teaching”.
Just exposure… proximity… and pressure.
I may never meet most of them again.
But that’s not how this works.
Because when someone’s internal frame shifts - even slightly -
their life doesn’t return to what it was.
Most people are trying to grow by adding more.
Sometimes growth happens when your entire reference point changes…
and you’re forced to move inside it.
From the outside, it might still look random.
But if you’ve ever felt that something in you needs to be activated… not taught…
you’ll understand exactly what this is.
Sometimes you run away from it even when you know it’s better because you’re scared to leave behind the ones that you really wanted in your life.
Eid Mubarak.
I know this is late.
So many of you reached out - messages, calls-and I couldn’t respond.
For the last two nights, I haven’t slept.
Not just because of the work…
but because something stayed with me.
Maanjee said something that shook me:
“Hum ghareebon ko roti salan se aagay nikalte hi nahi hain…
kya Allah humein sirf roti deta hai?”
And it stayed.
We ensure food. We secure survival.
But when Allah gives… He gives khushi, izzat, surprise.
So this time, I wanted to do it differently.
Every Eid, I prepare packs.
But this time… I prepared them with intention.
Each item in those Eid gift packs was the same as what I put together for my own family and friends.
Not just chooriyan and mehndi.
Everything.
Even the same amount of eidi I give to the children in my own home.
And then I went out.
Stopping families on the roads…
fathers riding home on bikes, with 3–4 children behind them…
and handing them a gift.
From Allah.
The moment they realise what’s happening…
that pause… that disbelief… and then that quiet joy…
It does something to you.
It reminds you - and them -
That Allah’s help doesn’t always come the way we expect.
It arrives suddenly.
Unexpectedly.
Beautifully.
At the same time…
My sister had arranged a beautiful Eid gathering.
A full house.
Food, laughter, music, dholki, family - everyone together, making memories.
Usually, I’m right in the middle of it all -
talking, laughing, teasing, bringing the energy into the room.
This time…
I came down around 9:30.
The event had started at 4.
I gave the gifts. Took a few photos.
And quietly went back upstairs… to continue what I was doing.
I didn’t even check my phone for Eid messages.
Because something had shifted.
This Ramadan… I understood something differently.
We live calculating, relying on what we can see.
But Allah is Musabbib-ul-Asbaab.
The means depend on Him - not the other way around.
When Allah wills, He doesn’t just move mountains.
He moves people.
People like us -
to stop where we normally wouldn’t,
to give where we normally wouldn’t even look.
That message of tawakkul shook me… and gave me purpose.
I serve out of love for Allah.
Just like He loves me.
Just like He loves all of you.
Alhamdulillah.
To all of you - I pray your Eid was filled with love, ease and barakah.
And please forgive me for not reaching out sooner.
And this doesn’t end here.
Just as Allah continues to surprise me with His countless blessings - without me even asking…
I will continue
to surprise His people.
With food.
With gifts.
With ease.
Eid Mubarak.
Alhamdulillah.
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