To me beauty exists everywhere around us, in everything. Beauty needs to be felt, it needs to be understood by the heart and analyzed by the mind.

At the library, I looked aimlessly at the shelves. I didn’t need a book. My mind was turning the pages of my own life’s book. I tried to relax as I sat at a table. My thoughts went back to ten years ago. I am a little girl, wearing black pants with a long colorful dress. My long black scarf hangs around my neck instead of covering my hair.

Rahima was no longer weeping. She was calm, like an empty house. She was like a young green tree that has been cut down before blooming.

I began to feel so nervous that my pulse raced. I even forgot to smile. I could hear my heart beat like a bird trying to escape a cage. My cheeks were hot, red apples. All the people were enthusiastically waiting for me to begin. They seemed like tiny black dots.

What I loved the most about the nights was sleeping on the roof, watching the kingdom of the skies and its beautiful moon suspended in the middle, as a queen. The sparkling stars that encircled the moon were as nobles, and all the others were the loyal servants, ready to receive the queen’s commands.