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Be like Jake.......why?

Because, why not?

Most men fear being alone because it leaves them alone with themselves. Jake doesn't. That's the difference.

To many uneducated educated people on here fr . You have a degree but you’re dumber than a bag of rocks .

If a brother made an anonymous post slandering a sister who he’s tagging in every comment that he’s shaming her in, and other brothers came to tag along in the slander like it’s a fun game, nobody here in their right mind would accept that. You all are witnessing me being harassed. Just know Allah is above us all.

I think one of the most underrated forms of self-care is taking yourself out. Not because you’re escaping people. But because, every once in a while, it’s nice to remember that your own company is enough. I realised I wasn’t taking myself out because I had nowhere else to be. I was taking myself out because I genuinely enjoyed spending time with myself.

Somewhere along the way, we’ve started treating solitude as evidence that something is missing, instead of seeing it as a quiet sign that someone has become comfortable enough not to fill every silence.

Maybe that’s why so many of us struggle with being alone. Not because solitude is painful. But because we’ve mistaken our own company for a consolation prize instead of a relationship worth nurturing.

Sometimes I’ll spend hours wandering through shops with absolutely no intention of buying anything. I’ll pick things up. Read labels. Compare products I’ll never purchase. Mentally redesign my entire kitchen over a cutting board I’ll probably forget about tomorrow. Then I’ll put everything back exactly where I found it and walk away.

To anyone watching, it probably looks like I’ve accomplished absolutely nothing. They’re right. At least, nothing that fits into a shopping bag. It’s funny how uncomfortable we are with experiences that leave nothing tangible behind. We like proof that our time was well spent. A receipt. A purchase. A shopping bag. Something to justify the outing.

As though wandering, observing, resting, and simply existing aren’t valuable in themselves. Maybe we’ve confused productivity with presence. Not every meaningful afternoon leaves you with something to carry home. Sometimes it leaves you with a quieter mind.

Eventually, I end up buying a burger. Not because I’m starving. Mostly because walking around for two hours and spending absolutely nothing somehow feels like I’ve cheated the system. Then comes my favourite part. Finding a quiet table. Putting on my earphones. Opening Netflix. Taking the first bite while the world quietly carries on around me. That’s when I start noticing things.

The father trying to convince his toddler that fries don’t count as vegetables. The group of friends laughing so loudly that half the food court accidentally becomes part of the conversation. The elderly couple who barely speak because they’ve probably said everything worth saying decades ago.

For an hour, I become a quiet witness to lives I’ll never know. Lives as rich, ordinary, complicated, and beautiful as my own.

People often assume eating alone must feel lonely. I’ve found the opposite to be true. Loneliness is wanting company that isn’t there. Solitude is enjoying the company that already is.

They’re not the same thing.

In fact, I don’t think the opposite of loneliness is company. It’s connection.

For the first few minutes, you imagine everyone is wondering why you’re alone. Then you realise something wonderfully ordinary. Almost nobody is looking at you.

Not because you’re invisible. But because everyone is busy carrying their own invisible world. Their deadlines. Their families. Their heartbreaks. Their celebrations. Their worries. We spend so much of our lives imagining ourselves at the centre of everyone else’s attention, when in reality, almost everyone is simply trying to make it through their own day.

You’re rarely the main character in anyone else’s day. And somehow that’s incredibly freeing.

For one quiet hour, nobody needs anything from you. Nobody expects a reply. Nobody needs a decision. Nobody needs a version of you. You don’t have to be productive. You don’t have to be entertaining. You don’t have to prove that your time was well spent.

You simply get to exist.

There’s a strange kind of peace in that. Not because you’ve escaped the world. But because, for a little while, you’ve escaped the constant pressure to justify your place within it.

Just a burger. A show you’ve already watched three times. And the quiet realisation that your own presence is reason enough to leave the house.

Maybe that’s why I enjoy taking myself out on solo dates like that, whether it’s a walk through the park, aimlessly wandering the aisles of a supermarket, or sitting in a food court with a burger and a show I’ve already watched three times.

Not because I’m practising being alone. But because I’m practising companionship with the one person Allah has written into every chapter of my life, Myself.

Maybe that’s what these little solo dates have been teaching me all along. Before we ask another person to become our favourite company, perhaps we should first learn to enjoy our own.

The goal was never to become someone who prefers being alone. It was to become someone who no longer treats their own company as a consolation prize. Because I have a feeling that the healthiest relationships aren’t built by two people trying to escape loneliness. They’re built by two people who have already learned to live peacefully with themselves, and now choose to walk through life together.

May Allah bless us with people whose company feels like peace. And may He also bless us with hearts that find peace in His remembrance, contentment in our own company, and the wisdom to know the difference between being alone and being at peace.

Ameen.

I don't know about you guys but it's time to say goodbye
Noone here men or women are serious
It's time i go out there and look for my partner
But i do like muzz

You’re a man with very little gheerah if you are comfortable with your Mrs going on girls holiday.

people will love the version of you that serves them
not The version that heals.

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