God, Hilal. This is so beautiful. I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes. When I started writing on Medium it was an experiment because writing on my WordPress blog felt empty and isolated. But that was because I felt empty. In the meantime, life has broken me open and left no room for feeling empty. At the moment, I’m reading one of Pema Chodron’s older books: When Things Fall Apart. She says that at the heart of things is fear because we have nothing to stand on. I don’t know what the poet meant by “Don’t be afraid.” But I do know that when I write, I find something. And when I read what others — you, Pema Chodron, my friend Amna, my kids — write, I find something. And that something touches me. And that’s a good reason to be alive.