When Aysha came into my life in 2007, we instantly clicked. There was something about her gentle, caring nature that made me feel incredibly protective of her. I knew I’d found a friend for life.

When she shared her MRKH diagnosis with me, I realised I didn’t need all the answers. I simply needed to listen, learn and create a space where she felt safe enough to be herself. Whether through long phone calls, endless emails or simply sitting together, I wanted her to know she would never carry it alone.

To me, Aysha has never been defined by her diagnosis. She has always simply been Aysha.

Watching her grow in confidence, find a true sisterhood through the MRKH community and use her own story to educate and support others fills me with overwhelming pride. I always remind her that she doesn’t have to be strong every day. It’s okay to say, “Today isn’t a good day,” and to give herself grace.

Supporting Aysha has also changed me. Losing my parents left me feeling incomplete for many years, but our friendship taught me that perhaps none of us are complete. We all carry something unseen, yet we have an incredible ability to help mend one another in ways we never expected.

Nearly twenty years later, Aysha has made me a better friend. I’ve learnt that support isn’t about having the perfect words. Sometimes a listening ear, a hug and simply showing up are enough to remind someone they are seen, heard and never alone.

Saida x