Aysha

Growing up, life looked quite ordinary, but just before my 15th birthday, MRKH took me on quite a rollercoaster of many highs and lows. I didn’t even know who I was anymore. The little voice I had just went even more quiet.

At 19, I remember one of the most traumatic and painful experiences of my life — dilators being pushed harder into me, while I was told “good girl” when I pushed through the pain and made progress.

Young teenage me was forced to grow up far beyond her years. I was in a deep, dark hole for a long time.

Slowly but surely, like the bright blue sunny sky in this picture, I found my light within, my flowers (my MRKH Sisterhood) and the little glimmers of life that helped me find my way back to myself. 

My voice came back stronger than ever. Today, I’m a public MRKH advocate, sharing my story through blogs and vlogs, presentations and speaking on panels. I’m especially passionate about being a voice for Muslim and Asian women with MRKH, so that other women and girls know they are not alone.

MRKH is a rollercoaster of a journey, but even after the darkest days, there can still be light, hope and a voice waiting to be found.