HER STORY

My life is a tapestry woven from threads of numerous roles and emotions. I traverse through different facets of my existence with each step I take. Who am I really? Every morning I ponder over the mood of the day. Do I want to be confident today? On some days, I am ready to conquer challenges with unwavering strength. On other days, I am delicate and I have the desire for grace and elegance. And then there are days I want to embrace the comfort of familiarity amidst the chaos of life. With each pair of shoes, I assume a different persona. Confidence in heels, striding through boardrooms with authority. Chasing fleeting moments of joy and embracing my playful side in sneakers. In my worn-out slippers, I allow myself to be vulnerable in the comfort of my solitude.  But beneath the façade of versatility lay a woman yearning for balance, torn between the need to appear strong and the desire to express vulnerability. I am a paradox, a symphony of contradictions.  Beneath the ever-c...

In the dawn of graduation, a chapter begins, Uncertainties linger, where should I begin? My family's hopeful gaze, a weight to bear, A glimmer of light, in future's unknown air. Siblings and parents, eyes filled with trust, Seeking a path, in the world's vast thrust. With a degree in hand, and dreams in flight, I'll carve my journey, bring hope to their night. In the tapestry of time, a story to unfold, A graduate's tale, both brave and bold. The beacon of promise, guiding my way, For family's sake, I'll seize the day. @* Mateni *

In the quiet solitude of her dimly lit room, a young girl stood before a full-length mirror, her gaze fixated on the reflection staring back at her. The mirror was a portal to another world, a place where her inner thoughts, dreams, and uncertainties were laid bare. Every day, she would come to this enchanted glass, seeking both comfort and confrontation with the girl she saw within. The girl in the mirror had eyes that held galaxies within them – an ever-changing constellation of emotions. Some days, those eyes sparkled like stars on a clear night, radiating joy and enthusiasm. Other times, they dulled to a somber gray, mirroring the weight of her worries and fears. She was a universe of contrasts, a symphony of contradictions, all woven together in the tapestry of her being.   Her hair, a cascade of dark silk, framed her face like a curtain drawn around a stage. It whispered secrets of adventures yet to be embarked upon, of mysteries to be unravelled, and of a soul that hungered ...

  Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight I was told, have your armor on, wear your bulletproof vest to protect your heart, a helmet for your head, a shield, and a sword. I said I understood, or so I thought, but when I saw the enemy, I realized I had a blunt knife. Where did my sword go? Did I bring it with me in the first place? Was I even ready for this fight? I was ready until I wasn’t. This battle was too big for me to fight. The enemy is coming pretty fast and I’m transfixed, I can’t move, I can only stand and watch, the more I try to get out of this situation the worse it becomes. Looking at both sides, I am alone on the battlefield, I take the first blow, I fall, and I stand up. The second blow, I fall, I don’t just fall, I fall hard and at this point, I cannot stand up anymore. I try to fight back and throw some punches here and there but I’m too weak. This battle is mine to fight, I can wait for reinforcement but why wait for something that’s not coming? My limbs are broken...

I woke up today and decided to review my journal (or diary, whatever you call it) while listening to Silence by Khalid (I just missed listening to it, its been a minute) and there’s a pattern. All (or almost all) my entries start with “Dear Diary”. It's like I’m writing a letter to my diary in the hope she’ll write me back and give me answers to my questions. Or maybe I want to rant without being judged or someone being like “woowww…you did that? why did you do that?” blah blah blah… When I have a good day I start with “Hello/hi dear diary”, out of politeness, you know.. but when I’m angry or sad I dive straight into it. No greetings, just ranting and when I’m done I remember I did not greet her but ooppps, she’ll have to understand. And when its been long I have to check on how she has been since I ‘escaped’. Sometimes I don’t want to share, not even with her. No bad blood though, we good. So I just bottle it up and throw it away out in the deep sea hoping it’ll never come back bu...

  And just like that, 2022 came to a still stop, A year of highs and lows, a constant ebb and flow. We met new friends and made great pacts, Took extra miles and rose to new heights, we couldn't relax. But with the good, the bad did come, Challenges and hardships, they never succumb. But through it all, we persevered and fought, Our resilience and strength, it never got caught. An Ends d just like that, 2022 comes to an end, But with each new year, a new chapter begins. We'll look back with pride and forward with hope, To a future filled with endless scope. ©️ @Mateni!