She Who Underestimated Herself
- Ruba Moghraby
- 2 days ago
- 2 min read
A few days ago, I received a message from someone I deeply respect — a woman whose presence feels like calm water and soul-fire all at once. At the end of her note, she wrote:
“I think you underestimate yourself at times.”
That sentence landed softly but firmly in my chest.
Not as criticism. Not as flattery.
But as truth.
Because I do.
Quietly. Subtly. In the spaces between doing and being.
And the way I return to myself — again and again —
is through the act of creating.
Writing.
Whispering meditations.
Building sacred containers for others.
It all becomes a mirror… a path… a prayer.
This blog post is not just something I wrote —
it’s something I needed.
It’s not just for you.
It’s also for me.
For the woman who sometimes forgets… and is learning how to remember.
And because I know how powerful it is to be gently guided back to ourselves,
I’ve created a meditation — first for me,
and now for you, if you feel called.
You’ll find the link at the end of this post.
A soft space to return to… again and again.
There is a woman who walks between worlds.
She holds space, gently, for those unraveling.
She listens — not to reply, but to remember.
She creates altars of words,
portals of pause,
and breathes prayers into structure
so that others may walk their own way home.
But sometimes…
she forgets who she is.
Not loudly. Not tragically.
Just quietly.
In between emails and edits,
in the waitlists and website copy,
in the “let me just do this one more thing…”
She forgets that the work is not what makes her powerful.
She forgets that the real magic is not in the program she wrote,
but in the presence she brings.
She underestimates her own medicine.
The way her voice can rewire the self.
The way her very being creates safety for truth to rise.
The way others exhale in her presence
and don’t even know why.
She thinks she is building something.
But really, she is becoming.
Every blog post, every meditation, every whispered insight —
it’s not just for others.
It’s for her too.
To remember.
To return.
To rewire.
So she writes.
She records.
She guides others through their grief,
their happiness,
their not-yet-found self.
And in doing so,
she walks herself home.
Not to who she used to be.
But to the vast, unshakable truth
that she has always known.
If you’ve ever underestimated yourself…
If you’ve ever forgotten your own frequency…
This is your reminder:
You don’t need to do more to become worthy.
You only need to pause long enough
to feel what’s already true.
And if you need help remembering,
just keep creating.
Creation is how we return.
Creation is how we become.
In Light,
Ruba
P.S.
I've created a pause — for myself, and for anyone who needs to remember.
You’re more than welcome to step into it with me.
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