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Write a letter to your 14-year-old self.

 

Dear 14-year-old Noha,

If I recall correctly, at that time you were finishing your preparatory stage and into the secondary. At that time you had a bunch of the best best friends ever, you thought you’d forever be friends. You used to cry a lot over being the only child. And you used to love your cat more than anything.

You believed that dreams can and will come true, and that you’d grow up to be someone inspiring. You believed in humor and love.

You thought your mom never understood you. And that your dad is being unfair because he is constantly shouting over you not studying, which something you utterly hated at that time.

You tried to live your life to the fullest, you were trying to be awesome and cool.

 

But you failed.

Because at that time, when all girls were thinking about their first crush, you were thinking about your career.

When they were dying to meet new boys, you were wishing so bad you could grow up so you could blend in more with your family and they’d think of you as someone that can be depended on.

When they were all about clothes and new styles, you stuck to your sweat pants and pony tail and thought that personality mattered more.

 

But, to be honest and fair, I know that when they all thought school was bad, you believed it would be the best of your days. When they thought life is easy, you knew they’d be obstacles, but it would always be worth the fight. You knew stuff, huge stuff at that time.

You always tried to remember that life is short and it moves on.

You were smarter than half of the people around you.

You looked at stuff the same way I still look at them now, in a very logical way.

Your thinking was always ahead of you. People’s first impression had nothing to do with what they thought about you after they have finished a real talk with you. I was proud of you. And still am. You paved the way for me to be an independent, outgoing, funny, loving, helpful 20-year-old girl.

You were the transitional state, you were, are, will always be the reason I am who I am today.

You were such a sweet-heart : )

Thank you.

 

Yours truly,

your 20-year-old self.

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ahmed Nabih
    Nov 11, 2012 @ 22:57:25

    awww =)

    Reply

  2. Trackback: #2 A letter to the 14-year-old me « Venting
  3. Noha Ahmed
    Nov 11, 2012 @ 23:16:35

    hahaha : )

    Reply

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