Today, I voted for the first time.
One small mark on a ballot, but it carried the weight of history, hope, and countless unheard dreams.
I thought of those who never got this chance—those who fought, spoke up, and stood strong so that people like me could one day stand in a queue, hold an ID, and choose with dignity. My hands trembled a little, not from fear, but from responsibility.
This wasn’t just about choosing a candidate.
It was about choosing to care.
Choosing to believe that my voice matters.
Choosing to participate, not stay silent.
As I stepped out of the polling station, I felt taller somehow—prouder, more connected to my country than ever before. Democracy felt real today. Personal. Human.
My first vote.
A beginning, not an end.
And a promise to never take this right for granted. ✨