Dear Ruqaiya,
Never mind my prying but there’s a sense of bewilderment
that has drawn me to you. I get the sense that you’re at that juncture in life
where several twists and turns have rendered you feeling hapless and insecure. But
as a woman you learn to make compromises and eventually embrace them. They
become a part and parcel of your daily life to the extent that your existence
is solely determined by finding that middle ground in everything you do. As women,
we bear secrets that can only reside within the maze of our hearts, and no
matter how hard you try to run away from it all, they haunt you still. But some
things are not meant to be said out loud, so they’re best left alone unraveled.
I learned a long time ago that there is no such thing as a clean slate, what is
engraved in memory remains. The events of your past mistakes coupled with relentless
regrets will anchor you but that’s what makes your life's journey so much richer, your
smile warmer and the look in your eyes deeper.
Never mind that you’re judgmental of the decisions you've
taken, but it’s only because you feel so vulnerable in the face of every set
back. Never mind that feeling of insecurity that takes over you at the thought
of not having achieved what you set off to achieve in the first place, perhaps
it’s only a matter of time before great things come your way. Never mind that
you’re probably the exception to the rule and might forever dwell in a state of
settling for less, but didn't someone really wise say that less is more? Never
mind that you stare time and again into a blank page in a desperate attempt to
hurl all emotion, only to fail miserably. Those attempts will sweeten the
outcome someday.
Never mind that I’m possibly just a fragment of your wild
imagination, and you’re beginning to think that you’re losing your mind, but let
me tell you just how much I wish I could
reach out to you in a warm embrace and chase away your daemons. Here’s hoping
that my longing for what’s best for you will translate into a world where only
the both of us exist!
Yours lovingly,
S
This post was inspired by a blog post titled “It’s Okay”
by Ibraheem Hamdi, better known as ibhog. The blog was published into a book
titled “The Cashmere Scarf” .Ibhog has played a major influence in my writing
and spirituality in many ways. This is my ode to him!