23

As I step into 23, I can’t help but reflect on how far I’ve come, and how much I’ve changed. This year feels different—not because I have everything figured out (I don’t!)—but because I’m embracing the beauty of uncertainty and self-awareness that comes with growing up.

I wish I could go back and tell my 15-year-old self, the one who felt like the world was caving in from all the bullying, that things do get better. Back then, it seemed like the negativity would last forever, but now, at 23, I realize those challenges only made me stronger. I’m learning to navigate my own path, often alone—and that’s perfectly okay. In fact, I’ve come to love doing things by myself. There’s a certain power in knowing you can be content with your own company.

I’m also becoming more conscious of the friendships I invest in. Losing friends over misunderstandings or because of other people’s influence used to hurt a lot, but now I see it as part of growing up. It’s a lesson in understanding who really deserves space in your life. I’ve learned that it’s better to have a small circle of real, supportive friends than to chase after relationships that no longer serve you. Even though I lost some friends, I found solace in those like Asho and Fahan—people who stayed when others didn’t.

This year is also about gratitude. My dad, Abo, always reminded me to keep Allah first, and as I get older, I see just how true those words are. Gratitude is what keeps me grounded—whether it’s being thankful for the lessons, the people who stayed, or even the little things, like a cup of matcha that makes my day better. Speaking of matcha, who knew that it would become such a central part of my life (and blog)?

At 23, I’m learning to accept myself fully. I’m no longer weighed down by unrealistic expectations or the opinions of others. I’ve stopped worrying about fitting into a mold that wasn’t made for me. Instead, I’m focused on becoming the best version of *myself*—whether that’s writing for *Jiggija Diaries* or sipping on iced matcha and reflecting on what’s next.

So, here’s to 23. A year of self-reflection, of growing at my own pace, and of cutting out what no longer serves me. If I’ve learned anything so far, it’s that the journey is mine to shape, and that’s something to celebrate.