Before the wind turns soft

Before the wind turns soft,

Remember how hard you held on during those hard times. Remember how strong, how patient & how brave you were.

All those fights between you and yourselves; all those doubts, the tears and everything else.

When pray is your only way out and faith being the only hope, your bravery at that time really is outstanding.

Then again, harsh times out the strongest warrior, right? You just never knew that you are one. A survivor.

A warrior.

You never knew you could do it but you did. You think it’s impossible but turns out it isn’t.

You are so much stronger than you often give yourselves credit for.

Sometimes we do need to celebrate ourselves before we celebrate others, right?

Ananda Khaira Azizah,

Pekanbaru, 4 Juni 2025.

Hari Rabu, pukul 6 sore.

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