Unique Muslimah

I was never really good at ‘it’. I was more into playing with computers and sports. Every time I’d see a friend good at ‘it’, I’d feel a lack of my femininity. Don’t get me wrong, I tried doing ‘it’ many times when I was a teenager, but at the first go I’d give up and neglect ‘it’. I thought I was never going to be good at ‘it’, so I might as well never try. But every time I’d pass a shop selling ‘it’ or see someone doing ‘it’, I’d feel this longing to try. I’m a creative person and this looked like a creative thing to do. It looked peaceful too. Have you guessed what it is I had always longed to be good at?

Cross-stitching.

I’ve always found it enter my life, beckoning me to come closer and try. My grandmother was good at it, so was my mother. My friends would create beautiful things with it and place them on cushions, bags, bookmarks. But I’d always look on at a distance, not joining in. I had a feeling I would still be really bad at it.

How did it enter my life again? I haven’t got an answer to that. I had planned to buy a kit in Egypt but never got round to it. Then miraculously my closest friend bought me a gift and inside was a cross-stitching kit. How did she know? I never mentioned my desire for knitting before. I guess good friends are in sync with each other.

And this time I tried it out. I threw away the instructions and followed my own heart. And I finally did it. I’m finally producing patterns with my cross-stitching kit that I can be proud of, that others are wow-ing at. I’ve found something I’m good at, something new. I can relax in front of the television and stitch to my heart’s content.

Not bad for a beginner. All I need now is a rocking chair and my cross-stitching days will be complete.