Starting Over Digital Footprint

It's strange to lose over 20 years of your life in a click or rather, without one.
No warning. No appeal. Just gone.

My Facebook wasn’t just a profile it was pieces of my life stitched together. Photos, thoughts, the small in-betweens that marked who I was becoming, who I was,  the people I met on my journey of this thing called life. It held my family from all over the world people I rarely get to see, yet felt close to because of those digital traces. That space connected us. It carried our growth, our healing, our stories.

Losing it feels like a slow ache not because of the platform itself, but because of what lived there. Memories of children growing up, lingering memories of those who have passes away, to friendship coming and going. It was a space of memories. A space of growth, journey of self discovery and strength.

And yet, there’s this odd sense of release.
A kind of cleansing.

Maybe this is how some healing begins when you’re forced to start over, stripped of the archives that once told your story. 

Maybe Allah has a way of clearing what can’t come with me into the next chapter of my life.  

It hurts to lose what once held so much meaning, but maybe this is His protection removing what no longer serves my growth, even if I don’t understand it yet. Sometimes we hold on tightly to things that were never meant to carry us forward. And sometimes, mercy looks like loss.

I’m learning to trust that what’s gone wasn’t taken out of neglect, but out of care. That Allah never leaves an empty space. He makes room for what’s next.

So instead of chasing what disappeared, I’m standing still, letting the silence become a space for something purer, something guided, something new.

So I’m choosing to see this as a quiet invitation: to rebuild with intention, to share from the present, to create new roots instead of trying to replant the old ones.

The memories still live in me. The stories still matter. And this new beginning though uninvited might be the space where something even more honest can grow.