I read this verse under the shadow of a weeping willow for the first time, some 15 years ago while I was searching for the most beautiful creature: "و اذا سالک عبادی عنی فانی قریب"
Recapturing the moments of my life within which I could perceive my own position in harmony with my surroundings, I should confess I've always uncovered the rhymes of such harmony when the notions of time, space and people were challenged for me. Writing as the most magnificent language, at least for me, has always contributed to such challenges. As I remember, when I was a primary school student, I almost always tried hard to be heard in almost everywhere whether home or out, including school. Although I experienced so many imitations of what the others, including my older brother and Mohammadkazem who was a school friend of mine, used to use, I was still to fail. Most of the times it seemed as if I was not even to understand why the others were not interested in listening to my stories which were very much appreciated and precious for myself. One day after I'd had to carry the burden of the label of "failure" on my shoulders, which definitely I had myself chosen, I decided not to think about that winning-losing game anymore and instead to lean on what no one couldn't even imagine, at least people whom I was trying to have their attentions. I chose to write to people who would care for my stories someday and somewhere. That was one of the most enlightening journeys I've ever stepped into. At the beginning of the journey, it was really important for me to write in a beautiful and sensitive way as people who were going to read my writings, were really important for me and I loved them. It was not only the matter of those people but also the matter of where and when they would read my whole-heartedly stories. After I had written my stories for a while, I realized I had begun to live among people with a much higher sense of calmness, I was still not heard by them though and I didn't need them to be all-ears of my stories anyway.
Now, it is really stunning to see someone else, ebnossabil, love writing. Dear ebnossabil, could you please tell me why you love writing, it may Inshallah help me find myself in your writings more
