By: Aliaa Fathy
I sit alone, and do we have any other homeland than solitude?!
We are strangers among everyone. All paths have narrowed for us, and there is no way for us except our solitude. Perhaps it is our only safety, where there is no treachery, no betrayal, no failure, no pain. But is there any pain equal to the pain of solitude?
Like the feeling of someone who has lost his way in the desert, a stranger without a homeland, perhaps a person who has been betrayed and lost among people and found peace only in his solitude.
I feel lonely, and I don’t feel too sad about it because I’ve gotten used to it, even if I find it difficult at times. Having people around me has become pleasant, but not necessary. What I’ve become certain of, and always feel, is that solitude is the best thing ever. There’s no harm, no argument, and no regrets, and there’s safety, calm, and peace of mind. There’s just you, your dreams, and your goals.
