I remember, as if it was yesterday, when seven years ago during Ramadan, I took a scary step and finally started this blog.
I still remember clearly every thought, every fear running through me as I published first the blog and then the first post.
I had so many dreams and hopes, wished to do so much through this space, had such huge plans as I sat there that evening, sitting in my room, weaving out my dreams, hoping to turn them into reality via written word.
It is all so clear, all of my emotions, all of what I dared to make of this space.
All so clear after so long.
I used to think that med-school and studies got in the way of my blog, that it got sidelined because I didn’t have time for it.
But in retrospect, I think I stopped making time for it.
And although there were many reasons for it-from ridicule from people whose words shouldn’t have mattered, to lack of support from the ones who did matter and much more-but it all boiled down to just one thing.
I let my blog become something I didn’t want nor intend it to be, so instead of the safe place that it was, it became something I began to avoid.
Maybe the realisation could’ve come earlier, but I think it was meant to happen like this-seven years later, the first of Ramadan and I reclaim this space to make it what I once saw it to be.
A place where I write or share what I write.
Most of what I will share from here on out, for a time at least, will be pieces I have written.
Maybe with time I will go pack to doing posts on fashion or tips on studying, but right now, that is not what will make me happy and I very much want to make this space again that which will make me happy.
Can not wait to share my first piece later today.
Much love and prayers,
Gull.
A girl writes 