The Quiet Power of Letting Go

The Quiet Power of Letting Go

By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar

I've come a long way from my days of wanting to fight back, to lash out, to make sure the hurt you caused me finds its way back to you. There was a time when that need felt so raw and alive inside me, as though making you feel what I felt would somehow settle the scales. It’s easy to let pain convince us that balance means retaliation. But now, I see a different path, one my Creator has gently led me to one that doesn’t involve bitterness or grudges.

I’m choosing not to fight, not because I lack the words or the ways to strike, but because I’m learning to trust in something bigger. My Creator has taken up my battles for me, and with that, a strange freedom has found its way into my life. I no longer feel the pull to turn my words into weapons or seek some form of justice that leaves me hollow. My ego doesn’t need to feast on someone else’s struggle to feel whole. And so, I’m letting go of the urge to make others feel what I felt, knowing that’s no longer the path I’m on.

Every hardship, every wound, has been like a mirror, urging me to rise above my reactions and see the peace hidden beyond the hurt. I don’t find satisfaction in others’ pain, nor do I seek out a stage to prove myself right. The growth that has come to me is quiet, yet deeply rooted; it’s about understanding over victory, compassion over vengeance.

And strangely, that trust, that decision to let my Creator handle the heavy lifting, has given me something even stronger a resilience that’s not about making noise but about finding peace. When I held onto anger or let myself become consumed with getting even, I carried a weight that drained me more than it ever helped. But letting go? That’s a release, a kind of clarity that only comes when I decide to lean on something greater than myself.

I see it clearly now: choosing kindness when anger is easier, staying silent when shouting feels justified that’s not weakness; it’s strength. And it’s not about letting others walk all over me; it’s about stepping up and knowing my worth isn’t tied to how others treat me. I’m learning to let patience be my shield, to let compassion soften the sharp edges of life. I’m learning that real power lies in not just walking away from the fire, but in finding calm within it.

More than anything, I’m realizing that when I let my Creator take the reins, a certain calmness comes over me a kind of joy that no argument or win could give. It’s a freedom to love without holding back, to forgive without conditions, to live without carrying the bitterness of old battles. My purpose isn’t to bring more pain into this world; it’s to be a reminder that there’s a better way a way that my Creator laid out for me.

So, I walk forward with open hands, with love as my compass. My journey isn’t about tearing others down but about building a life where peace and kindness are my strongest defenses. I am here, not to echo the world’s chaos, but to offer a gentle, quieter way a path where my Creator fights for me, and my spirit remains at ease.

And in this daily surrender, I find strength. A strength that lets me rise above, lets me grow softer, even in a world that tries to harden us. The peace I seek? It’s woven into every choice to release my grip, every quiet decision to trust rather than to worry. And so, in each passing moment, I give my battles to my Creator, knowing that every surrender is another step toward true freedom, another victory for my soul.