Samiha Totanji


What’s the point of complaining about your tragedies, obstacles, and scars? What’s the point of playing the role of victim? What’s the point of revealing your misery to others no matter how close they are? No one will ever feel your pain or how much it hurts. No one will understand your fears or why you suddenly couldn’t hold on anymore. It’s your road, you’ve walked it barefoot among all the difficulties! I am sure too that you know your way, and your heart will guide you to the best destination if you only trust the light within…

No matter how many times this heart has been shattered to pieces, or this soul has been cracked by different people cross the road. I am still strong enough to endure it all, to pass it all, and wait passionately for my brighter day. Where I’ll be standing so tall with a glowing face and sparkling eyes. I’ll tell the world that here I am , look how I’ve made it through , because I’ve been strong enough to endure it all , to pass it all and wait passionately for my brighter day

Here’s to all the strong women out there! Who stand up for themselves and face the world with a heart of soldier. Here’s to all the passionate women out there! Who won’t let the world stop them from achieving their dreams and doing the things they love. Here’s to all the independent women out there! Who have been there for themselves and show that they can. Here’s to all the unbreakable women out there! Who have been knocked down for countless times but they find a way to rise and stand up again. Here’s to all the women in this world You are beautiful, you are worthy, and no one has the power to dim your light ….

Note to self: You have to start forgiving yourself for the time you’ve waste on things that never mattered. Forgive yourself for giving second chances to people who have once taken you for granted. Forgive yourself for giving up on your dreams instead of working on them and making them come true. And you have to forgive yourself for every second you spent it not smiling, not laughing, and not living …

One day I’ve chosen my pride to be my sword And since then I have been always there for myself I’ve been my own soldier, And my whole army that don’t grieve over losing worthless battles anymore…

I am homesick for a place where silence is the only language, love is the only religion, and freedom is not something to be fought for…

I wear a pair of wings Full of flaws and imperfections But they are still beautiful enough to spread them and fly Feeling so perfectly unflawed …