Single is the new sexy

In a small corner in my mother's heart a crack will appear that I am ending another year yet single. Ever since my sister's wedding and subsequent marriage, the people have become relentless. The questions at odd with their slightly demented expressions, "When are you getting married?", "Are you seeing anyone?", "You're not getting any younger you know", "The earlier you have kids the better you'll recover", and my favorite one so far, "You should say yes to the young gentlemen I know are vying for your attention". And the crowd goes................disappointed.

My plight is not really with the people foaming at the mouth at the idea of my prospecting, after all I do know they mean well, my plight is with my solitude. Nothing beats just how good it feels to be alone but not lonely. A lot of people assume, just because I do not have a husband and a brood of children to fuss over and complain half-heartedly about I must be, well quite free. But I am busy, busy building a (so far) successful career, being a daughter, a sibling, a friend and just most recently an aunt to the most adorable baby boy. 

I am so busy that often times 24 hours are not enough, and amidst all the melee that is my precious life, I find the idea of adding a complete stranger to it quite harrowing. The plight of 23 year old me (soon to be 24) is that I have fallen in love with myself so deep and so much I find other people's efforts quitely boring. 

But being single is the new sexy, and it's not that I do not date (I have been on one 1st date in all of 2024), the modern man falls a bit short in their ultimate goal. The conversations are not stimulating, personalities heavily underdeveloped and more often than not in competition with me. 

And as I end another year yet single, going 5 years strong, with nothing to complain about, the kicker is I am more fulfilled as time goes by. Is this the ultimate fate of the intelligent, educated, modern muslim woman, as I see the same concerns reflected within my own circles. 

There is an undercurrent of some type of fear as well, what if I never find my type?(crying emoji).  Even though in comparison to a lot of others I know my standards are deemed a bit unreachable, I find it terrifying to settle for less knowing what I know.  Knowing that no one emerged victorious on the other side after settling (don't come at me with your pitchforks, above mentioned standards have nothing to do with looks), especially in today's time and age. 

I cannot compromise a lifetime of happiness, friendships and ultimately the love I found within for myself for what can potentially end up not serving me or my higher purpose (Y'all I gotta go Jannah) or worse GOD FORBID; mediocrity.  

But I am privileged, Alhamdulilah,  even though this blog entry might come across as a bit self-obssessed and narcissistic, but my ideal these days is me, because no one human entertains, loves, nourishes and cares for me like I do.  So, you should do the same for you too. Become alright with being alone. 

Isn't being single the new sexy anyways??