Echoes of Queen

  I used to believe that time unravels the truth about people. That the longer you spend time with someone, sharing moments, exchanging thoughts, and seeing their world, the clearer they become.  I thought that deep conversations, mutual interests, understanding how they think, expressing passions, dreams, exchanging secrets …and everything in between were enou gh to truly know a person. I believed that years of friendship and love could give me access to the deepest parts of them. But I couldn't be more wrong. February was a month of revelation; it was unexpected, unsettling, unforgettable, and an eye-opener!. It showed and proved to me that we can never actually know a person. No matter how much we think we know someone, there’s always a part of them we just haven’t met. We all wear masks, although not necessarily out of deception but fear, habit, or maybe convenience. The truth is we can only see and know a person based on what they choose to share or show to us. Most times...

  she hears it...that whisper in the tranquil. . It is not a voice, not in the way we recognize or hear sounds. It's a presence, a feeling that scratches her mind when she's alone with her thoughts. It will emerge slowly and cautiously yet loud and thunderous, disrupting her subdued atmosphere, choking her with questions, words, and thoughts she didn't have answers to. why are you this way? why can't you let me out? Do you know who you are? why don't you embrace me? For years, she has ignored its existence, going about her life drowning herself with activities or distractions that utterly kept her mind busy and occupied. But the whisper never left. It lingered, biding time until the right opportunity arose. Over time, the weight of pretending became too much to bear; she took a pause, took a deep breath, and allowed the silence to overwhelm her, and for the first time ever…she listened! The whisper became an echo, soft and soothing, sometimes mysterious and hauntin...