I’ve always felt that I am
destined to accomplish big things. How? Let me explain.
First of all, I adore my name. I
think my parents did the greatest job in the world by giving me such a special
name. It is the name of the daughter of the Prophet Mohammad, and I’ve always
felt special because of that, even though people have mispronounced it my
entire life. I never minded correcting them. It’s not the most practical name,
for sure. Not in my home country, not abroad. But I truly love it.
Second, I am one of the most
emotionally intelligent and self-aware people I know. You know that moment when
you go to therapy, and you already know exactly what the therapist is going to
say– and you shock them? That’s me. When I meet a stranger, and we share a
conversation, they almost instantly start telling me their darkest secrets. I realised
this when I was younger. I have the face of someone people feel they can trust,
and I genuinely excel at listening. This may seem like a disposable skill, but
it is actually one of the most important skills in the world.
I am determined. Not in the sense
of ambition, no. I give a real fuck on very few things. But when I care, I am
determined. I am stubborn. And I have proven to myself that I can accomplish
anything. I transformed myself from someone who barely spoke into someone who
cannot stop talking. I chose a profession that requires constant speaking at a
time when I could barely talk. And somehow– somehow meaning years of struggle– God
wished, the stars aligned, and I was in the right place at the right time.
I’ve always dreamed of living
abroad. After the worst interview of my life, I was selected to do that,
without any “external” help. I convinced so many people, including my closest
ones, and bought a one-way ticket. My parents wouldn’t even let me travel to
another city by myself, yet somehow they ended up being okay with me moving
overseas. I didn’t know how to use Google Maps. I didn’t have internet. My
English wasn’t good. And yet, I somehow made it.
I studied for my master’s and my
PhD while I was still learning English. I travelled the world with little money
and a lot of courage. I’ve shown courage in many other ways that I won’t name
here, but none of them were easy.
I carry an endless, unconditional
love within me. Especially this year has taught me how much love I am capable of
giving. Being able to love deeply and to show genuine care is not easy. I am
one of the most loving and caring human beings I know. If our paths crossed and
even if we eventually parted, you know this is true.
And yet, unsurprisingly, loving
is also not easy. It is scary as hell. Loving means being ready to get hurt. It
means being vulnerable.
Was I scared doing all of this?
In all honesty, I died a million times in my mind.
Everything I have done surprised
me after I did it. I never thought of myself as a very successful
person. But I am MANY things. And having courage and following my heart are two of
them. I follow myself, and only myself. And it has brought me nothing but good.
Even when things didn’t turn out well, it was still fine.
I feel like I am destined for
more. I know I carry that within me. I am still scared, but it won’t stop me. Or
at least that’s what I hope.
I don’t know you, but I need more time.
Promise me you’ll be mine.
Birds are flying over Europe skies.
Tell me, please—why can’t I?

Comments
Post a Comment