Self love

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Chapter 2
As Amina sat alone in her apartment, the silence enveloped her like a suffocating blanket. It was during these quiet moments that the ghosts of her past came haunting, their whispers echoing in the corners of her mind.

She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be transported back to the years of her youth, a time when the world felt both limitless and suffocating. High school had been a battlefield, each day a skirmish against the relentless onslaught of insecurity and self-doubt.

Amina remembered the sting of rejection when she dared to express her true passions—poetry, art, philosophy—only to be met with raised eyebrows and mocking laughter. It was as if she didn't belong, as if her very essence was a mistake to be corrected.

But it wasn't just the external forces that wore her down; it was the internal battles she fought daily, the war waged against herself. Amina replayed the moments of self-criticism, the harsh words spoken in the confines of her own mind. "You're not good enough." "You're too weird." "No one will ever love you."

And then there were the family gatherings, those dreaded occasions where she felt like a specimen under a microscope, every flaw magnified for all to see. The constant comparisons to her more accomplished cousins, the subtle jabs disguised as concern—it was a wonder she didn't crumble under the weight of their expectations.

But perhaps the most insidious wound of all was the absence of self-love, a void that seemed impossible to fill. Amina had spent years searching for validation outside herself, seeking reassurance in the fleeting approval of others. Yet, no matter how many likes she garnered on social media or compliments she received from acquaintances, the emptiness remained.

It wasn't until she met Fatima, with her infectious warmth and genuine kindness, that Amina began to glimpse the possibility of another reality. Fatima's unwavering acceptance was like a beacon in the darkness, a guiding light leading her out of the labyrinth of self-loathing.

And so, as Amina sat in her dimly lit apartment, she made a silent vow to confront her past, to unearth the buried wounds and tend to them with care. For she knew that true self-love could only blossom from the fertile soil of self-acceptance, nurtured by compassion and understanding.

With a determined sigh, Amina opened her eyes, ready to embark on the journey of healing that lay ahead. The road would be long and arduous, fraught with obstacles and setbacks, but she refused to be deterred. For she had glimpsed the flicker of hope on the horizon, and she would chase it relentlessly, until it blossomed into a radiant sun, illuminating the path to self-love.

Amina's week began as usual, the weight of routine pressing down on her shoulders. The upcoming workshop on personal development and self-care was marked on her calendar, bringing a mix of dread and hope. Perhaps it could be the spark for the change she needed.

On the bus ride to work, Amina noticed a new face among the familiar passengers. He was reading a book, his brow furrowed in concentration. His calm demeanor and quiet confidence intrigued her, but she quickly looked away, focusing instead on the passing scenery of Bauchi state.

At work, Amina settled into her tasks, her desk a small island of order in the busy office. Mid-morning brought a welcome distraction: a message from Fatima, inviting her to lunch. Amina agreed, grateful for the chance to break her solitude.

As lunchtime approached, Amina made her way to the small park where she usually ate alone. Today, however, Fatima was waiting with a surprise guest.

"Amina, this is Zayd," Fatima introduced the new face warmly. "He just joined our team as a project manager."

Zayd stood up, smiling at her with respect. "Nice to meet you, Amina."

Amina smiles back at him, noting the firm but gentle grip. "Nice to meet you too, Zayd."

The three of them sat together, sharing stories and laughter. Zayd's easygoing nature quickly put Amina at ease. He spoke about his recent move to Bunci State and his love for the city's vibrant culture and welcoming people. Amina found herself relaxing, enjoying the conversation more than she had anticipated.

Over the next few weeks, Zayd became a regular part of their lunch group. His insights and advice were always thoughtful, and he had a way of making everyone feel heard and valued. For Amina, these lunchtime conversations began to feel like a small but significant change.

One day, during a coffee break, Zayd asked Amina about her interests outside of work. She hesitated, feeling a bit exposed. "I enjoy reading and writing poetry," she admitted shyly.

"That's wonderful," Zayd responded with genuine enthusiasm. "Poetry is a beautiful way to express oneself. Have you ever thought about sharing your work?"

Amina shook her head, a mix of fear and self-doubt creeping in. "I don't think anyone would be interested."

Zayd's eyes softened. "You might be surprised. Sometimes, sharing our passions can connect us with others in unexpected ways."

His words lingered in Amina's mind long after their conversation ended. The idea of sharing her poetry felt daunting, but there was a small part of her that was curious. Maybe, just maybe, it was worth considering.

As the days turned into weeks, Zayd's presence became a comforting constant. He never pushed, but his gentle encouragement planted seeds of change within Amina. She began to see small glimpses of her own worth, though the journey ahead still seemed long.

One Friday evening, Fatima convinced Amina to join them for happy hour. They went to a local café known for its cozy atmosphere and delicious pastries. The place was bustling with people unwinding after a long week.

As they chatted and laughed, Amina felt a sense of belonging she hadn't experienced in a long time. Zayd's presence was particularly comforting. He had a way of making her feel seen, understood, and valued.

As the evening progressed, Amina found herself opening up to Zayd about her struggles with self-love and her past relationships. He listened attentively, offering insights that were both profound and compassionate.

"You deserve someone who appreciates you for who you are," Zayd said softly. "Don't chase after love. Let it come to you. When you focus on being the best version of yourself, the right person will recognize your worth."

Amina smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her heart. Zayd's words were a revelation, a guiding light in her journey toward self-love. She realized that her worth wasn't defined by others but by her own perception of herself.

As the night came to an end, Amina walked home with a newfound sense of hope and determination. She knew the path ahead wouldn't be easy, but with Zayd's support and her own growing strength, she was ready to embrace the journey.

In the days that followed, Amina continued to work on herself. She took on new challenges at work, growing more confident with each success. She also started to set boundaries in her personal life, learning to prioritize her own needs without feeling guilty.

One afternoon, as she was wrapping up her work, Amina received an unexpected email. It was from the local poetry society, inviting submissions for an upcoming event. She stared at the screen, her heart racing. The thought of sharing her poetry with strangers was terrifying, yet a spark of excitement flickered within her.

That evening, she mentioned the email to Zayd during their usual coffee break. His eyes lit up with encouragement.

"You should definitely submit something," he said. "This could be a wonderful opportunity for you to share your voice and connect with others who appreciate poetry."

Amina nodded, still unsure but feeling a strange mix of fear and anticipation. The decision weighed heavily on her mind as she made her way home. Could this be the next step in her journey toward self-love? She couldn't shake the feeling that this opportunity was more significant than it seemed.

As she lay in bed that night, Amina's thoughts raced. The invitation, Zayd's encouragement, and the possibility of finally sharing her poetry with the world swirled in her mind. She knew the road to self-love was long, but perhaps this was the push she needed to truly start believing in herself.

Would she take the leap and submit her work? The question lingered, filling her with a mix of doubt and excitement. The answer, she realized, would shape the next chapter of her life.