“Suha's Dairy”
“Life”
The alarm blared, pulling Suha from a deep sleep. She slapped it off, a yawn escaping her mouth. “Another school day.” She had planned her morning down to the minute: a quick review of her English notes, then getting ready, and finally, a calm breakfast. A perfect start.
But then she remembered. Her history teacher prepared a “test” for the first period.
From last night, she keeps wondering what's “the thing” she doesn't remember.
She hadn't expected it. Her “careful plan” for a relaxed English review is now useless. She'd have to scramble to remember key dates and names for history.
It wasn't just big things that changed. It was always the little ones.
Like how she'd decided to wear her favourite blue scarf, only to find a stubborn stain on it when she pulled it out.
Or how she’d planned to walk to school with her friend, only for her friend to text at the last minute saying she was running late.
Suha sighed as she got out of bed. It felt like “life” was constantly throwing small curveballs.
You set up a perfect schedule, you make a solid plan, and then something tiny shifts.
Like a sudden change in a project deadline. A sudden cancellation of an event you were looking forward to. A sudden downpour when you'd planned an outdoor activity.
She often wondered about it. “Why couldn't things just go smoothly, exactly as imagined?”
It seemed like no matter how much you prepared, how much you hoped, life just had its own ideas. You had to learn to roll with it, to figure out what to do next when your first idea didn't work out.
There was no point in getting too upset because it happened all the time. You just had to adapt, find a new way to get things done, or have a new way to spend your time.
Like She picked out a different scarf, a practical grey one. The day was starting differently than she planned, but she knew she'd figure it out. She always did.
Suha Zayd.
16 years old.
High School Student.
Grade 10th, Class B.
“Life must go on”
The class test in history actually went okay.
Better than okay, truth be told.
Suha had somehow pulled forgotten dates and names from the corners of her mind, and the history teacher had even given her a small nod of approval as she collected the papers.
“Who would've thought? A class test, something that completely derailed her morning plan, had turned out to be a decent start to the day.”
“It wasn't just the test. Other day, during lunch, her friend, who was running late that morning, showed up with an extra cookie from the cafeteria, a peace offering.”
: Sorry about ditching you earlier. *Guilty*
: (handing over the warm chocolate chip.)
Suha had planned to walk to school alone, maybe feeling a little sad, but instead, she got a surprise cookie and a shared warm smile.
“Suha forgave her friend long ago.”
“She isn't a girl who holds filthy feelings.”
“She was taught to forgive people instead of blaming, condemning, or even punishing the offender, sometimes even seeking to avenge the act by holding a grudge.”
“Taught to be kind Instead of being a person who is cruel, mean, harsh, unkind, or even heartless, showing a complete lack of kindness.”
“Taught to be honest instead of being dishonest.”
“Taught to be humble instead of being arrogant.”
“To control herself from being impulsive and ignorant.”
“Being responsible, not to be irresponsible.”
“Taught to work diligently instead of being lazy.”
“Being positive, trustworthy, soft, gentle, and patient instead of being negative, unreliable, rough, harsh and impatient.”
As she walked home, she thought about it, the practical grey scarf keeping her neck warm against the unexpected breeze.
“Life really did throw curveballs, but sometimes those curveballs landed you right where you needed to be.”
She learned that maybe the stain on her blue scarf was a good thing; the grey one was definitely warmer. Maybe her friend running late meant she is getting an extra cookie.
It made her wonder if all those tiny shifts, the sudden changes that messed up her carefully laid plans, weren't always bad.
“Sometimes, when something didn't go the way she expected, something else, often something better, popped up instead.”
“It was like life had this beautiful way of rearranging itself, and even if it felt inconvenient at first, it often worked out in the end, or even opened up a new, better path she hadn't even considered.”
“There was a kind of peace in knowing that, in trusting that even when things went off script, there was usually a reason, a different kind of good waiting to be found.”
“Life keeps moving forward because it's full of new beginnings and opportunities, even after setbacks. Every ending is also a fresh start, a chance to learn, grow, and discover something unexpected and positive.”
“What truly lasts”
“The city is a sprawling, busy giant outside Suha's house. From her window, she could see the constant flow of traffic, the endless stream of people on the sidewalks, all moving with their own plans and purposes.”
“When she was out in that busy world, she was just one more face among thousands.”
“No one really noticed her, not in the grand scheme of things. She is just a girl, a student, living her everyday life.”
“This thought often made her wonder about how quickly people were forgotten.”
“Today, someone might be famous, their face everywhere, their name in every news story. They might be incredibly rich, living in huge mansions, their names on big buildings. Everyone would know them, talk about them, and admire them.”
“But what about in a few years? Or twenty years? Or a hundred? History was full of names that were once famous, powerful, or important, but now, most people had no idea who they were.”
“Time had a way of sweeping everything away. Popularity, money, status – it all disappeared, like footsteps in the sand when the tide comes in.”
“It was a strange thought, sometimes a little sad. It made her feel like nothing she did would really matter in the long run.”
“But then, a different idea, a much stronger one, started to take hold.”
“What if being remembered by everyone wasn't the point? What if the real impact wasn't about headlines or status but about something much smaller and much deeper?”
“She started thinking about the people in her own life, the ones who had made a real difference to her.”
“Not famous people, just ordinary ones. Her auntie, who always had time to listen, no matter how busy she was. The teacher who stayed late to explain a difficult math problem. Her neighbor, who always brought over extra pastries when she baked.”
“These people weren't famous, and they probably wouldn't be remembered by the whole city.”
“But Suha would never forget their kindness, their patience, their genuine care.”
“These simple acts of goodness, these moments of being truly present and helpful to another person – these were the things that truly lasted.”
“When you're kind to someone, when you offer a hand, when you make them feel seen and valued, you leave something behind.”
“It's not a big, public mark. It's a quiet, warm feeling in someone's heart, a memory of a good moment that stays with them.”
“That feeling, that memory, lives on even when everything else fades.”
“So, living in her house, in this vast, forgetful city, Suha realized that her purpose wasn't about becoming widely known.”
“It was about choosing to be kind. It was about doing good things, big or small, for the people around her.”
“Because even if the world forgot her name, the echoes of her goodness would live on in the hearts of those she touched.”
“And to Suha, that was a truly lasting legacy.”
“What truly lasts isn't fame or wealth, but the good deeds and kindness you show others. These actions leave a lasting mark on hearts and memories, creating a legacy that continues even after everything else fades away.”
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