I was dying. My voice was choked, my heart stopped beating. I forgot to breathe. I lost my vision. Unable to fly, I was lying in my bed, paralyzed, silent. Blind, but I perceived, my room was surrounded by darkness. I was searching for my wings. Suddenly, someone touched my soul, no, no, she gave my soul back. It felt like, I woke up from a century long sleep. She whispered in my ears, “Wake up, my girl, you’ve miles to go. You have travelled so far, how can you stop here? I am your first light. I am your breath, your way to breathe. I am your wings, your freedom. Dear, you’re not mute, I am your voice.

Time has come, I am here to give you, rebirth.”

I saw a light embraced me. It was my mother, ‘Writing’.