A Voice This World Is Ought To Hear

In August, the word 'lockdown' didn't just mean 'all of the city is closed' anymore. 

We all got four months to spend with ourselves and as a teenager, in tenth grade, this one-third year meant so much to me. From going home on the last day of school to never seeing the school building again; from staying up late to learning house chores; from not being able to remove time for my family to have only family time and from being self-centered to appreciating the fact that I have all the luxuries one might need.

I did know that time is precious but lockdown taught me that I need time for myself, that taking a few days off for your mental health is predominant and it cannot be denied. For the first time, I felt the cold airy breeze hit me. I felt that this world is so huge and my heartbeat is so loud. I finally recognized my family as my greatest strength and I perceived that God loves me and I knew how precious I was.

I became aware of how little hate is and how great and powerful love is.

I realized I had a voice that this world is ought to hear.