A letter from Sep 21, 2024

Dear FutureMe, I'm writing to you now, from the beginning of this one-year journey. I just finished studying history, and I hope I remember what I learned for next year's exam. Right now, I’m on a call with Lamar, a friend who’s walked this nerve-wracking path with me, and I hope you both are alive and thriving, having made it through this storm... If I ever had a soulmate, it’s Lamar. I see myself in her every word she utters feels like my own. I hope you read this together, just like we planned, and tell her how proud I am of how far she’s come. No matter the results, it’s the journey that matters most. You're probably looking for universities now, or applying to the German Jordanian Uni. A year ago, I was stressed, torn between choices, wondering if I’d follow my dream of being a psychologist. I truly hope you chose a path that takes you far, away from home, into the world. Right now, I feel stable at home, everyone’s calmed down, no more drama. Yet I still crave to leave, to travel and see the other side of the world, But to do all of this, my family would put me under a horrible amount of pressure, including isolating me from the world. I hope that didn't cause you trouble later on in this year. Now for the insanely expected questions: Did we reach our goal of showing everyone that we aimed higher than they thought? Are we happy with it? At the end of the day, it's all God's plan. and I hope you’ve done what you live for proving yourself, living life in extraordinary ways. I hope you returned to reading, and never stopped writing, not until the last muscle in your fingers gives out. Anyway, dear future me, Whatever you’ve done whether good or bad, I will work so hard for you now, so you don't look back at this and wonder if you can go back and change things I want you to feel grateful for this journey, happy with where it’s taken you. I’m so proud of you, Rania. We’ve come so far. and we finally did it. -pan- Now it’s your time outside, and I know we’ve grown up, and kind of forgotten what it's like to be a kid, but I wish you never stop being you. That's what we've always held on to, and we won't stop now. Make our little us proud, Rania. She cried the nights for this. I won't stay here long because I'm thrilled to jump into the present rather than standing here in the boring past. So, I hope you’re alive, happy, away from home, writing in your journals, peacefully doing what you’ve always loved In every word I write, Love, Rania, a whisper from the past.