Silence is not another name for a woman.
I can be quiet, calm, tranquil, peaceful, anything but not silent.
Words weave us together, strengthen our roots so they can connect with the trunk, branches, leaves, fruits to nourish them with stories and conversations.
Our words complete our bedtime stories, emphatic musings, encouragement bytes, tell stories of our tears, and make our life complete.
A beautiful blog by Amina Sayeda. Read the full post here