My uncle reads, probably more than me. But he's like an old man, from a different time.His library doesn't have YA books about girls with destines and two boys to choose from. Or books so fictional, like Harry Potter, that there is a fandom for it. He has books about Islam, politics, history and biographies; all so proper and adult like. I never understood them and the ones I did, they made my head hurt. But sometimes, I find gems among the old, proper books in his library. English books that are right up my alley and some which I would pick up again now, after so many years. They were mature and helped me grow a bit.
The book that has resonated with me the most out of his entire collection was the Ring Master's Daughter, written by Jostein Gaarder (English version). I was amazed when I read the book,expecting something else and getting something else in return. Every page had felt so familiar to me. The main character, Petter, like myself, had all these different stories in his mind, snippets here and there and different versions of the same story that he almost remembered so the details changed every time he told it in his life. He always had someone in his life who listened though so he told them his stories. I don't, so I simply hear them, imagine them and them forget them. I wonder how different my life might be if I start writing them. I tried, once, but I'm a terrible writer so I gave up. But in my mind, these stories are sweet to me, with characters I fall in love with and snippets of their beautiful life, before they slip out of my mind.
Sometimes I live in these stories, a version of me who is everything I am not. She is smart, kind, with a a clever tongue that can form such smart retorts. Everyone notices her, and some like her alot. She is an important part of their lives and she is missed if she ever leaves. She is the glue that keeps everyone together and she is everything I ever wanted to be. I live an alternative life through her when I think about her. She is the one character I hope never slips out of my thoughts and I hope I can be like her someday. It is rather tiring, when you're a background character who doesn't matter. In Sha Allah, one day. Ameen.
And now that I have reached the end of this article I realize that I've written this same article last time XD Well, it is one of my favourites. There is beauty in raw thoughts.
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A Small Book, a Pencil, and Some of My Thoughts
Non-FictionThis a diary with some descriptions of my life, some random thoughts I have during the day and some stories of me, an ordinary, average medical student who got into med school by chance. A small book written by me, for me.
