By : Aliaa Fathy
We We move forward in life along winding, endless roads…And as we cross them, we never truly know whether we chose them of our own free will, or whether they were paths written for us long before we arrived, paths we found ourselves walking without knowing when we had begun, or where they would eventually lead.We walk roads we never imagined we would travel, roads that, at first, seemed as though they were not meant for us, as though we did not belong to them. Then, with time, we discover that they were not merely roads we passed through… but roads that passed through us, slowly stealing pieces of who we were.Paths we loved, seeing only the roses along them, never noticing the thorns hidden among their petals.Their glitter captivated us, shining endlessly before our eyes until we were swept away by the current, carried farther and farther, until the question itself began to hurt: Where are we going?And what will become of us at the end of this road?Yet through everything that happens, a pure part of us remains deep within, a part the roads could never tarnish, a part that life, despite all we have endured, could never take away.That is the part we return to whenever the days grow heavy; the part through which we raise our hands to God, asking Him to preserve us through it, and never allow the harshness of the road to change what lies within us.
