Each day, we speak to the God of our understanding through rituals, prayer, tradition, and breath. In a world shaped by diverse observances—Ramadan, Easter, Akwasidae, Ridván, and beyond—I reflect on how our sacred practices often call us toward mercy, justice, and love. Yet, I still sit with hard questions: How can such divine love coexist with rejection and suffering? This reflection holds my commitment—to honor my ancestors, seek healing, and stand with BIPOC Trans and Queer people cast out for simply existing.

In the midst of a global pandemic and racial uprisings, I said yes to something radical—rest. This blog is a testimony to the power of manifestation, the sacredness of pausing, and what it means to choose healing over hustle as a Black trans femme organizer during a world on fire.