This has been the hardest thing I've ever faced—losing most of my memories. I can barely remember my childhood, and though faces seem familiar, names slip away. Even what happened yesterday feels like a blur. That’s why I’ve started taking more photos, trying to capture every moment and create new memories. I’m so grateful for having a hobby like writing, it’s been a lifesaver. My old diaries are like little time capsules, giving me glimpses of the past. They’re the only way I can piece together some of the stories I’ve lived. But for the moments I didn’t write down? They’re mostly lost, like 80% gone.
Now, I write every single day, and I’m always tweeting too. I’m not looking for anyone's mercy. I’m just living my life, riding the waves of joy and sorrow. I pray that God keeps me safe and blessed wherever I go. I know this is something I can handle. It’s all in His plan, just like it says in Q.S. Al-Baqarah: 286. I truly believe that.
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