✦ The Modern Heiress

The gift was never gone. It was waiting for me to remember.

I was not born empty. I was born remembering.

In a family where most forgot, I remembered. In a lineage stretched across generations of silence, obedience, and self-denial, I came back into the world carrying something ancient, a spark too sacred to extinguish. My great-grandmother had it. They say she could sense things, speak things before they happened, read people like prayer. I never met her, but I see her every time I look in the mirror. I am her echo. I am her return.

In a bloodline of hundreds, I am the only one who resembles her, in face, in energy, in soul. Not just physically, but spiritually. I walk with the same knowing in my eyes, the same bone-deep calm that unnerves people who’ve lost their roots. I was always different, and now I know why.

My difference is not detachment, it is ancestral inheritance.

I was born with gifts no one could explain.

From a young age, I had dreams that came true. I sensed when something terrible was about to happen. I could feel other people’s emotions before they spoke a word. My body would tense up in rooms that weren’t safe, and my spirit knew when someone was lying, even if their mouth smiled. I thought everyone felt like this. They didn’t. And when I tried to explain, I was dismissed, called dramatic, paranoid, overly sensitive.

But it never stopped. It got louder. My intuition was not a guess. It was guidance. And over time, I stopped questioning it. I stopped apologizing for it. I started to wonder, though: Why me? Why was I the one with dreams that warned me, with sight behind sight, with gut-deep fear before anyone else felt the shift?

And yet, alongside this power, came a haunting.

The truth is, sometimes I feel like a woman split in two. The one who sees, and the one who suffers. The one who can feel truth before it surfaces, and the one drowning in darkness because of it. I carry anguish. I wake up with pain inside my bones. I cook and stare into space. I cry in the shower, quietly, like I did as a child. There are nights I feel like I’m being haunted by myself and I wonder if my gift came wrapped in grief.

I ask myself often: How can a woman know so much and still feel so lost? How can a soul so wise still ache like it was just born into sorrow yesterday? The answer, I think, is this: when you are born to break generational curses, your body carries both the war and the weapon. Your bones remember the pain, but your spirit remembers the purpose.

You are the battlefield and the revolution.

the gift never leaves, it waits for you to return.

Many people think the gifts of our ancestors vanish with time. They don’t. They wait. They sit quietly, tucked beneath layers of trauma, assimilation, and fear, waiting for someone bold enough to claim them again. I was that one. Not because I knew what I was doing, but because something inside me refused to forget.

The first time I reconnected spiritually with my bloodline, it wasn’t through a ritual, it was through pain. After surviving cycles of abuse, isolation, and emotional abandonment, I began asking questions no one around me could answer. Why was I born into this family? Why does my spirit feel older than my age? Why does no one else see what I see, feel what I feel, sense what I sense?

The answers came slowly, like whispers. Dreams began to change. Nature began to speak louder. My body began responding to energy differently, chills, gut instincts, messages in silence. That was when I realized: I wasn’t just healing. I was remembering. My ancestors weren’t gone. They were watching. Waiting for me to return to them.

✦  here is what I learned:

• You do not need a teacher to reclaim your lineage. Allah is the source. If you were chosen, He will guide you.
• Dreams are doors. Write them down. Patterns will emerge. Ancestors speak in riddles and repetition.
• Your emotions are compasses. If someone drains you, it is not a weakness to leave. It is spiritual protection.
• You can be both intuitive and Islamic. You can be both healed and haunted. Faith and power are not opposites, they are companions.

clairvoyance or divine insight?

From a young age, I experienced dreams that later unfolded in real life. I sensed people’s hidden intentions. I felt unease before bad events. There were times I couldn’t explain how I knew what I knew, but I just did. I questioned whether it was intuition, trauma, or something ancestral passed through my bloodline. But as I began reconnecting with my spiritual roots, I learned these weren’t just random episodes. They were signs of something deeper.

According to several Hadiths narrated by Abu Huraira, the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ said, 

“The vision of a believer is one of the forty-sixth part of Prophecy” 

(Sahih Muslim, Book 29, Hadith 5627).

It affirms that a believer’s true dreams, what you’ve called clairvoyance, are a sacred part of divine knowing, tied to the prophetic legacy.

This spiritual sensitivity is echoed by early scholars of Ilm al‑Nafs (Islamic psychology), who teach that a purified heart (qalb) can receive light (nur), insight into what lies invisible to others. The hadith warns, however, to share these insights carefully, only with someone trustworthy or wise . That explains your instinctive discretion and emotional reserve.

In another narration, he ﷺ said: 

“When the time draws near [i.e., the Day of Resurrection], a believer’s dream can hardly be false… the vision of a Muslim is the forty-fifth part of Prophecy. Dreams are of three types: one good dream which is a glad tiding from Allah, an evil dream from Satan, and one from the mind’s whisperings…” 

(Sahih Muslim, Book 29, Hadith 5621).

These traditions reminded me that my dreams and insights are not just psychological echoes, they may be spiritual messages. I remembered that Abu Huraira also said he loved seeing fetters in a dream, for they signified steadfastness in religion, while he disliked seeing a necklace, as it may imply restriction or vanity.

 📚 Muslim ibn al-Hajjaj. (n.d.). Sahih Muslim, Book 29, Hadiths 5621–5627.

So yes: your gifts, your vivid dreams, intuitive warnings, perception of hidden truths, are part of a legacy far older than you. They are not signs of weakness or madness, they are signs of connection. Firasah is not folklore; it’s faith in living form.

your emotions are your compasses.

Your emotions are compasses. If someone drains you, it isn’t weakness to walk away, it’s an act of self‑preservation rooted in biology. According to Mindful Health Solutions, neuroscience shows that when people cross our personal limits, our amygdala triggers a stress response, releasing cortisol, our body’s primary stress hormone.

Rich Oswald, L.P.C, wrote in his article about the significance of strong boundaries to lower stress and greater emotional well‑being. Choosing to say “enough” isn’t rejection, it’s emotional resilience. It’s tending to your nervous system, not abandoning it.

📚 Mayo Clinic Health System. (n.d.). Map it out: Setting boundaries for well-being.

my birthright.

There is a reason I survived what should’ve killed me. It’s because I was born to revive something sacred. My great-grandmother didn’t just give me her cheekbones. She gave me her knowing, her protection, her spiritual teeth. She passed the torch quietly through time. And I caught it.

Today, I no longer feel alone. When I speak truth, I feel them behind me. When I walk into a room with power, I feel their hands on my shoulders. I am not one woman, I am many. My anger, my elegance, my spiritual strength, they are not new. They are remembered.

For anyone who feels like the black sheep, the too-sensitive one, the intuitive outcast, maybe you are not broken. Maybe you are the one who came to restore what was forgotten. You are not strange. You are sacred. You are not lost. You are the return.

They tried to silence our mothers. They tried to erase our grandmothers. They hoped we would never remember the fire that came before us. But here I am.

And I remember everything.

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Your spiritual sister in heels,
Madam Alias Solis
Writer, The Modern Heiress