โ๐ช๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ง๐ผ ๐๐ฒ ๐ช๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐ ๐จ๐ฝ?"
An innocent voice echoed in the interiors of the small kitchen.
"I'm already grown up and I have become your mom," I answered in a shrill voice as my hands vigorously scrubbed a burnt pan.
"Ok! But is this the only thing you ever wished to become?" Six years old Ali shot another tricky question
My rapid hand movement halted as I dropped the half-cleaned pot into the sink.
With a blurred vision I pivoted around.
Ali's hazel brown eyes lit up as he spun his fidget spinner on the smooth surface of the marble counter.
"UmmmโฆHoney, can we talk this out later? It's getting late, you should sleep now," I uttered these words in a low voice.
"Ok! Goodnight mommy! I Love you!" said Ali, wrapping his arms around me.
"Love you too sweetheart" I whispered.
Ali went to his room but his voice kept echoing in my mind.
"Is this the only thing you ever wished to become?"
Glancing at my reflection in a tall wall mirror I released my hair from the tight grip of the bun.
The strands of tangled hair bounced over my shoulders.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes...
An image appeared on the curtains of my mindโฆ
A young girl sitting on the brick stairs of the school's entranceโฆ
Holding a pencil in her hands she scribbled on the white pages of a small diary.
She glanced outside her window at night making up poems about the moon and stars.
She stood at the podium narrating a story at the creative writing competition.
Holding a medal in her hands her eyes sparkled brighter than stars.
She walked confidently, tightly clutching the "1st position- creative writing competition" certificate, as if never to let go.
Butโฆsuddenly, a thick fog engulfed her from all sidesโฆ.and she disappeared.
"Come back!" My lips fluttered, breaking the piercing noise of silence.
I dropped myself to the floor next to the window.
Ali's innocent question had blown the dust of time and exposed the wounds of my unmet ambitions.
Words were my secret outlet.
They were my armor that protected me from the blows of negativity.
Growing up I aspired to become a writer.
But then life happened.
Stuck under the mountain of never-ending responsibilitiesโฆ I lost track of my dreamsโฆ
A trail of tears trickled down my cheeks as my eyes wandered in the vast horizons.
The sun was about to set, staining the sky with orangish hues.
"Mommy will answer your question, that's a promise" I whispered.
My eyes locked on my son's face as he slept peacefullyโฆ still holding his favorite spinner in his hand.
Planting a light peck on Ali's cheeks, wiping off my tears, I stood up.
This was the moment when I chose to change the course of my life.
I chose to follow my dreams.
I stood up against all the odds.
I chose to set an example for my son.
While my hands were busy hustling with the daily choresโฆ I plugged my ears with all the knowledge I could receive.
At night when everybody else enjoyed sweet dreamsโฆ
I stay up till fajarโฆchasing my dreams with open eyes and a heart full of passion.
I started to consume loads and loads of content to quench my thirst for learning.
Bit by bit the reservoir of knowledge and experience started filling up.
Those baby steps of learning and earning started turning into noticeable milestonesโฆ
Each positive review injected more magic into my words.
My passion became my profession.
Not because I'm good at it...
But because I refused to give up.
Today, my son is proud of his mommy.
And so am I.
He is witnessing my struggle and he knows chasing one's dreams is not easyโฆ
But it's worth every fall, and every pain that comes along the way.
My life has not changed much.
There's a long way to go.
I still scrub the burnt pans and my hair is still tied in a messy bun all day long.
But my heart overflows with gratitude and a sense of accomplishment.
I take pride in my skills.
I'm a creative copywriter and storyteller.
I seed out the deep-rooted emotions and breed heart-touching stories that hijack the subconscious minds of the prospects.
This is a snippet of my journey to date.
And I'm sharing it with the hope that this might light up someone else's pathโฆ
Someone out there might be lost..leading their life in regrets like meโฆ
So, Oโ my fellas, Please stop and reflectโฆ
Embrace that inner child hiding inside you.
And allow yourself to heal.
Nobody will fix your shattered dreams and your broken path...
You gotta bleed, bear the pain and collect those pieces bit by bitโฆ
Learn each day to grow and evolveโฆ
Becuz..Life's too short and too precious to be wasted in regrets.
"WE ONLY LIVE ONCE BUT IF YOU DO IT RIGHTโฆONCE IS ENOUGH"
Rememberโฆ
"๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฌ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ "๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐ค".
๐ช๐ผ๐ฟ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐. ๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐๐ต ๐๐ผ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐๐.
๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
So, Are you ready to live your dream and become what you always wanted to be?
P.S:
After two years of selling my words and seeing them shimmer under other people's names.
Finally, "My Name" got inscribed in an International publication.
This is what I dreamt of and ALLAH ALMIGHTY blessed me with.
Alhumdulillah.
A special thanks to the gems I met along the wayโฆ Who never let me crawl back into the darkness. May ALLAH ALMIGHTY bless you always.
