I know a man who lost his parents but refused to be called an orphan. Man enough to love a strong woman years older than him, worked for her and made her stronger, opened his heart to her, shared his fears to no one but her, was romantic and faithful to her till her last breath. Cleaned after himself and mended his own clothes. He was good looking, courageous, and fearless. He never judged anyone on their pasts or looks. He was moderate, open minded and tolerant. His neighbour was Jewish and his cousin-in-law was a Christian priest. He was beaten and exiled when he was helpless and merciful when he became stronger. Intelligent, wise and a hard worker, he built a long-lasting nation out of nothing during the last 20 years of his life. He had no parents, but loved his daughters and grandchildren. His last will was to “Be good to women”. This man was a dreamer, this man is my Prophet Muhammad, a man worth looking up to – peace be upon him .

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Zaid Ismail

Author, life coach, and mental health activist. We need to change the narrative from disorders, illnesses, and survival to accountability, understanding, and thriving.

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