Even after three months of pretty regular blogging, I’m still confused as to what to put in my blog. I know the general idea is to post just about anything, but I can’t do that. Every feeling of mine turns out to be too personal to release, and yet that’s just not the problem. A long time ago, I was an extremely private person, but then I realized—life isn’t kind to people like that. People like that aren’t kind to themselves. Words were made to be said, mouths to speak, and just because you’re shy, it’s no reason to keep your trap shut about everything that’s bothering you. Problems won’t go away by shutting up, no matter how much time will heal, a private person always heals the last. And if someone hurts you, there’s no cause to remain silent, in smoldering anger or in despair. No one will ever get the message from silence. The days when people could rightly interpret silence are no longer here, if they were here at all. It’s a world of words…some useless, some sharp, some kind, some gentle, but they are words. I guess many of my friends would still classify me as a private person, but I know that I’m not, and haven’t been ever since I started talking to Allah. I dunno why just sitting on a prayer mat after prayers and just talking, talking, talking, into the empty space can make one feel as if every problem is in good hands. Sometimes His presence is so close, so endearing, that I hardly dare to believe it. And so now that I’ve opened up to Him, I’ve also been given the ability to open up to people…I’m not afraid anymore, I just can’t be.