When Women Bloom – Hadeer Al-Jubouri
Who said that a woman blossoms just because of a new dress, a passing outing with her friends, or an unplanned trip? Who said that her smile is bought from store shelves, or that the sparkle in her eyes is borrowed from a makeup box?
A woman does not blossom from the outside… but from the inside, from that invisible thread that touches her soul without being seen. She may laugh, yes… she may dress up, go out, travel, and look at her most beautiful, but that true prosperity, that fullness that overflows from her eyes like a faint, inexplicable light, does not come from all of that alone.
Sometimes it comes from the word…
One word, said by a man you love, with sincerity that does not resemble hype. A word reaches her as if it was written for her alone, and it awakens something in her that has been asleep for a long time, something that no one knows except her.
When a woman loves sincerely, she does not love with half a heart. She sometimes forgets herself, not because she is weak, but because she sees that love as an extension of herself, not a substitute for her.
She returns to being a child in an instant, laughing uncontrollably, and behaving with a spontaneity unlike her on normal days. She suddenly wishes to dance, sing, and walk lightly as if the earth no longer weighs her down.
She feels, without realizing it, that she has returned to the last age in which she was more surprised and more viable.
How can it be explained that one word is able to lift her from the brink of despair, to put her on the peak of joy? How can a voice rearrange the chaos inside it, or a tone restore what the days have destroyed?
If this is the effect of a word…what would it be like if that word turned into a presence? To life? To a mutual love that does not fear or hesitate?
