Years before, I had an enemy . My enemy ,is the person who always haunted my body and soul. She is a female character who always hated my body and my skin color, as I am fat and black. She always complained about my body and skin to others, which made me so insecure to meet and greet the outside world . This made me to lock my childhood days inside our flat in Oman. I hated to go for shopping because my enemy always warned me that I would never get a matching size nor color outfit that suits my body and skin.
At my teenage,she warned me that I was ugly, which made me to lock my heart with no room for love. This made me to hate all the poetry and novel on love. Hence,my interest moved on to crime thrillers and investigation, that made me more and more insecure . At a point I was scared , even to go to school, where I thought I would be kidnapped.
When my age teenage girls went to beauty parlour, my enemy insisted me to go to fast food cafés. So food became my source of happiness, which made me more chunky . This made me feel that I was the worst looking girl in my friend circle. Hence, I started to disconnect myself with my friends as well as the society due to my logic of appearance.
Years passed, my enemy was still with me . She always had a doubt in my abilities that made me to hide my abilities in a cage . At last, she killed my abilities like a butcher. She confused my ideas and thoughts. She demotivated my desire to aspire my dreams . Not only that, but she also flickers my mind . My enemy always whispered to me that all the problems in my life , has happened due to my fate. I believed her blindly ,and instead of solving my problems, I started questioning my spirituality and God.
Eventually, she started injecting ego, envy, greed, hatred and selfishness into my blood. These all took my humanly characters, and I was trapped . She made me uncomfortable in other’s happiness. She made me to hate others. Likewise, she always dug my past with all the bits and bytes. She echoed my past failures in my ears, which made me to sit idle instead of trying it again. She made my mind to rust .
Furthermore, she never let me go away from her , instead she held me tight to her soul. But one day I just destroyed her with my sword. She was scattered into pieces and I was freed. The sword I used was nothing but self-love. And my enemy was my past self. Love yourself which in turn will spread positivity to you and the people who are connected to you, otherwise it would only spread poison to others, and eventually it will kill you.