My name is Hamsa, it means whisper, and I decided to stop being just a whisper.
Here is my untold story:  

I was born and raised in a middle eastern country, where everything is forbidden and where parents name their daughters the smallest names, while a son is named Lion or Sword, a daughter like myself gets named a whisper. I never felt in place, I never felt like I belonged, and never felt I was made for the only role society prepares you for: a wife and mother. 
That wasn't for me.

Growing up, I was always in trouble for questioning everything, including what you can't question, which for us is pretty much everything. 
Education and career are not a priority for us women, so when my teachers complained about me for questioning their religious claims, my parents had me drop out of school. I was a great student, loved languages and chemistry, my dream was to be a chemist, but it shattered because of a teacher. 
I was then sent to live with my uncle, he asked for me to come help him since he was old and alone and I was home in the big city. Against my will, I got sent to the small city, where my uncle was. I was going to be the cleaning and cooking lady for him, I was 15 or 16 at the time and hated every bit of it. 
Little did I know, my uncle had a double life, a life that I would inherit. He was a spiritualist as they call them here. What he did was 100% illegal, and 100% underground, literally under the ground. 
I remember my curiosity leading me to follow him, I wanted to know what he was doing, I had suspected it because I heard whispers (pun not intended), when I found out, I felt so scared and so happy at the same time. I was hoping it would be that. 
He taught me everything, even though in our culture women can't be spiritualists because we "bleed", and that is "impure".  Our tests proved that it was the dumbest excuse men came up with to exclude us women from the power we could have. 
And so it began, I started as his little assistant, I would talk to the women clients who came to us, get payments, organize his schedule.

Then I started by watching and taking notes, then I got to do my first assisted spell, a simple protection spell, I got more and more comfortable until I was ready for the real deal. Djinn summoning, I got initiated and introduced and with time became more at ease with it all. Over the years, I did my own spells from start to finish, and when I was ready, I had my pact. When my uncle retired, I was the one doing it all, and when he passed, I inherited his pacts. 
Our pact makes us servants, we are in between humans and Djinn, we serve both. I am not allowed to deny help if I can help and I am not allowed to accept what I know I can't help with, and of course I can't get anything for myself through my own spells or another, beyond protection and prosperity which are granted. 
It's an interesting life and I love every part of it.  I have it as a part time job, since I have my uncle's old day job which I inherited too. 
I am doing this to serve, to change lives and mainly to keep a tradition alive. People in western countries, think we have no magic because it is haram and illegal, but many things are haram and illegal and people still do them. The difference is other things are harmful, magic is magic! We have one of the oldest if not the oldest traditions and we can't let it die. 
My "selfish" goal is to turn my practice to a full time passion, and to make enough to move to a different country where practicing wouldn't be a death sentence. My non selfish goal is to help as many people as possible and teach people to do their own, to remove the fear and misunderstanding that our practice has. 
Thank you for reading and I wish you all the best. 
Hamsa