You may feel tethered to another’s journey, aching to guide their every step. But no soul can be pulled through awakening. They must rise on their own. your presence, a lighthouse, not an anchor.
هناك سلوى تمنحها لحظة تعري الحقيقة.
أن ترى وجه المحنة بلا أقنعة، فتسقط عنك أوهام الاحتمالات كلها.
تدفع كلفة الوجع، نعم،
لكنك تنجو من عبء الانتظار، ومن رهبة المجهول.
Some seasons don’t just pass,they transform.
You find yourself pausing, staring at your own reflection,
asking not “who am I?” but
“what am I becoming?”
The world shifts, and you quietly hope
that all this change is making you softer, wiser,
and somehow, more you.