books of me.

paper flipping

A thought about name:
"She who lives."

A little girl lost in her own research, trying to live up to her name. Once, she tried to take her own life. Twice, she lost herself in her "love" for life.

The truth was hidden behind her thick mask, appearing as a quack that lit up every room she entered.

"Haha, looking back at what happened, I was really weak, huh?"

She still runs through her mind, looking for anything to fill the day.

"Why am I lacking in so many ways? Ugh, I guess thinking is the only thing I'm good at."

A clicking sound comes from a pen.

"Aishah."

It's a name, quite ordinary.

Yet, ordinary names can hold extraordinary stories. She began to scribble on a blank page, each stroke of the pen a release, a declaration.

"I exist for a reason, right?" she mused aloud, the empty room offering no answers. "Maybe I need to create that reason."

In the solitude of her thoughts, she decided to write her story anew, not as a tale of weakness, but one of resilience. Every night, she sat by her window, pouring her heart into words. The moon became her confidant, the stars her silent witnesses.

Each line she wrote was a step forward. She filled pages with dreams and fears, hopes and regrets. The act of writing became her therapy, her way of piecing together the fragments of her soul.

One day, as she flipped through the filled pages, she saw a transformation. The girl who once questioned her worth was now weaving a tapestry of strength and self-discovery.

"I am Aishah," she wrote, "and I am more than my past, more than my mistakes."

With each passing day, her confidence grew. She began to see herself not as a mere character in a story, but as the author of her destiny. She embraced her name, "She who lives," with a newfound sense of purpose.

Aishah realized that living wasn't just about surviving; it was about thriving, about finding joy in the small moments and courage in the face of challenges. Her name was no longer a question but a statement.

She stood up from her desk, feeling lighter than she had in years. The reflection in the mirror now showed a girl who was ready to face the world, not with a mask, but with her true self.

"I'm not perfect," she whispered, "but I'm here, and that's enough."

Aishah stepped out into the world, ready to live her story, one day at a time.