I Am Strong

I’m pretty sure there will come a day when my young daughter will lock herself in her room. Soft instrumental music will play on repeat, and she’ll lie in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. That’s how it is, right? When one has fallen in love? That aching feeling when the goodbye has been bitterly said. The hidden tears that make one feel vulnerable.

 

It’s as if the heavy, sinking weight inside spreads a blanket of melancholy over one’s spirit. A downward spiral of confusions and misgivings. Yet, I want my daughter to be a strong woman. A woman who will take the risk to say “I love you” to the man who will courageously reach for the inner realms of her heart. And if it doesn’t work out as planned, my daughter will not curl in a corner and shed streams of tears.

 

I’ll ask her to gently close her eyes and firmly whisper to herself, “I am strong.” And I’ll remind her that we all have been through this, even her mummy. Because loving someone deeply and sincerely is such an empowering, liberating feeling in this vast world of cynicism. I’ll remind her how beautiful it is, once mere strangers, then an unnamed, unexplained, unexpected bond connects two distinct individuals together.

 

Despite being of different tones and shades, they both have been able to create something wonderfully indestructible throughout their journey. The laughs that twinkle in their eyes, the kisses that make the lovers blush, the eyes that echo unspoken words. I’ll tell my daughter to gently close her eyes and firmly whisper to herself, “I am strong.” Because even her mummy has tasted the tears of heart from the cup of life.

 

~ Nusrat Emamally | Edited by Afreen Zeb

 


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