Losing the story hurt, but the lessons stayed with me
If you’ve ever read a story, you know it often leaves you with a lesson or two. But the same is true when you write a story. Sometimes, you end up learning even more.
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It followed a young girl named Namsi, who dreamed of becoming the first female doctor in her village. In her world, women were expected to stay home, cook, clean, and raise children. Nothing more.
But Namsi refused to let society define her. With the full support of her father, her biggest cheerleader and promised sponsor, she held onto her dreams tightly.
How It Felt to Write That Story
While writing that part of the story, I imagined myself in Namsi’s shoes.
I felt the heartbreak, the loss, the helplessness. Like trying to fix a shattered mirror, some things feel impossible to mend.
But through her story, I discovered something important: "Broken mirrors can be replaced."
Namsi didn’t give up. She pushed through pain, betrayal, and hardship. She fell for her uncle’s false promises to sponsor her education in the city, only to be turned into a street hawker. She was mistreated and enslaved by his wife. Yet somehow, she endured.
Eventually, she achieved her dream. She became the first female doctor in her village, restoring hope and honor to her family’s name.
Writing "Sorrow’s Pathway" shaped the kind of writer I’ve become.
It taught me to go beyond telling a story and instead, feel the emotions with my characters. I found that I love writing scenes that evoke pain, hope, betrayal, forgiveness, and growth. The deeper the emotion, the more real the story becomes.
Even today, I’m drawn to themes like resilience, identity, betrayal, and hope. I don’t just write characters, I write their wounds, their survival, and their transformation.
That first story taught me that fiction is a reflection of human truth, not just about imagination. And I’ve been chasing that truth in every story I've written since.
The Day It Was Stolen
“Sorrow’s Pathway” became a small masterpiece in my junior class as everyone was eager to read it, until it got into the wrong hands. It was stolen. I never got it back.
I was crushed. I wished I could wake up and find it was just a dream. But it wasn’t. It hurt.
Still, I healed.
Just like Namsi, who forgave those who had hurt her, I chose to forgive the person who stole my work.
I chose to replace the broken mirror, just as Namsi did.
That story may be gone, but its lessons stayed with me.
I learned that:
- Giving up only adds to the pain.
- Forgiveness sets you free.
- Your voice as a writer grows from both joy and loss.
Thanks for reading. If you’ve ever lost something important but came out stronger, I’d love to hear your story.
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