As 2015 is coming to an end, I’d like to share with you my dear followers and readers a humble achievement I’ve made.
Last February, I decided to create a blog “thanks to my friends, Farah and Roya!” where I can share my arduous thoughts and shitty literature freely, hoping that will get me back to writing frequently.
Honestly, that did not work as planned, but I was overwhelmed with pleasure by the fact that my presence have exceeded earthly bonds such as borders and cultures by having my words felt and my feelings solaced with understanding by plenty of strangers in this world.
Actually, the mere idea of having my writings to cause inspiration to any human being refines my perspective to the world (which is defiled with the gruesome war my country’s going through).
Thinking of this recalls beautiful lines I’ve once read in The Bell Jar by Silvia Plath: “People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn’t see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick and couldn’t sleep.”
May we always be fascinated by and strengthened with the power of words.