Losing Myself, Finding Strength: A Journey in Three Chapters
Life has a way of teaching us through moments when we feel lost. I’ve lost myself in different ways — as a child, as a young adult, and even as a wife. But each time, I found something precious that shaped me into who I am today. The Day Fear Taught Me Love It was at an exhibition, alive with colors, lights, and laughter. My family and I were so excited, and in my childish eagerness, I walked ahead, leading the way. But when I turned around, I realized I was suddenly alone. For a five-year-old, that moment was terrifying. My heart raced, but I told myself: Maybe they’re just behind. Any second now, they’ll be here. I waited. One minute. Two minutes. Each second felt heavier than the last. I searched frantically — a bookstall, a craft shop, a handloom store — but no familiar faces appeared. My heart pounded so loudly it drowned out the crowd. In that fear, something inside me steadied. I noticed a policeman nearby and told him I had lost my parents and sisters. But when nothing happened...