When I was 16 and looked at people in their twenties, I thought, “Wow, that’s so old!” Now, in what seems to have been a blink of an eye, I am well into my twenties and until very recently I just wanted to scream to the world, “Hey, I’m still young!!” I felt like everyone looked at me as though I was so old (just like I had looked at twenty-somethings just a few, short years ago). I constantly felt the need to defend my youth because there was a sense of angst and panic associated with growing up. Just yesterday I was in fourth grade writing about what I want to be when I grow up and today I am living that grown-up life!
I turned 24 last month and ironically, it took me about four years to realize that I’m not old. Every year I tell myself that I need to embrace my age because this is the youngest I will ever be, but I always find myself fearfully counting down the months until my next birthday. But this year is different. I feel confident about my age because I don’t want to look back in ten years and realize I wasted my twenties obsessing over being old, when I was actually young! Unlike 23, 24 seems to be more sophisticated and I pray that it will be a better year because I am in a somewhat more stable place in my life than I was in my earlier twenties.
To the young and the old and the old who are young, you are in my prayers, inshAllah.
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