How I Became a Writer
Writing, to me, has always felt like a journey. A quest not for fame, but for something deeper. It's like a river carving its path through the stone of existence, sometimes meandering, other times rushing toward a distant, shimmering sea. In the beginning, I believed the destination was what mattered most: success, recognition, applause. But over the years, I have learned a crucial truth: the essence of writing does not lie in the outcome, but in the journey itself. It lies in the curiosity that stirs within me, the wonder that leads me to each new word. When I was a child, English was a foreign land. Vast and intimidating. I remember, as if it were yesterday, climbing to the roof of my house in the dead of night, the world below wrapped in silence. Beneath the pale gaze of the moon, I stood against the stone wall of the parapet, trying to speak words that felt like strange, distant stars. There was no teacher to guide me. Only the wind and the wide sky, vast and forgiving. My to...