Awa Nyassi
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Content creator | Storyteller | Poet
I create powerful, meaningful content that transforms real-life experiences into words that inspire growth and self-belief.
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How We Stay Lit
Winter arrives without apology. It closes its hands around the hours, tightens the air until even silence shivers. The world grows careful. Footsteps soften. Voices lower. Everything essential learns how to last. In this season, warmth is no longer loud. It does not roar or demand attention. It survives in fragments— a candle steady on the sill, its flame no bigger than a thought, yet brave enough to stand against the dark. That small light gathers the room gently, pulling shadows closer, teaching them how to rest. It does not banish the cold. It negotiates with it. Small heat lives in the pause between breaths fogging the window, in the way hands linger around a cup long after the tea has cooled. It hums quietly in wool scarves, in coats that still remember yesterday’s body. There is warmth in presence, too— a shoulder leaned into at a bus stop, a shared silence that does not need words. Two breaths syncing, creating a fragile pocket of mercy inside the frost. Winter compresses the world, but small heat resists by expanding inward. It teaches patience. It teaches listening. It teaches that survival is not always grand— sometimes it is careful and deliberate, a decision made again and again to stay lit. A lamp left on in an empty room becomes a promise. A quiet reminder that someone will return, that absence is temporary, that darkness does not own the final word. How we stay lit is not by overpowering the cold, but by softening its edges. By holding space for gentleness when the season insists on hardness. And when spring finally loosens winter’s grip, it will not remember the storms first. It will remember the lights that stayed on. The hands that held. The flames that refused to go out.
By Awa Nyassi15 days ago in Fiction
Gentle & Healing
We learn how to care for others, how to show compassion, patience, and understanding—yet when it comes to our own hearts, we become harsh critics. Healing begins the moment we decide to speak to ourselves with kindness instead of judgment. Gentleness is not weakness. It is strength wrapped in softness. It is choosing peace over pressure and progress over perfection. ealing Starts With Awareness Many emotional wounds are not visible. They live quietly in our thoughts, shaped by past disappointments, unmet expectations, and words that once hurt us. Often, we carry these wounds without realizing how deeply they influence our daily lives. Healing begins when we become aware of our inner dialogue. Ask yourself: How do I speak to myself when I fail? When I feel tired? When I fall behind? If your inner voice is critical or unforgiving, it may be time to replace it with gentler words—words that heal instead of harm.
By Awa Nyassi16 days ago in Fiction
The Cinder’s Weight
The hearth has stopped its singing.white-ribbed and glowing with a soft, pulsing ache. I am watching the last flame— a tiny, blue-tongued ghost licking the underside of a charred knot. It is fragile, a translucent ribbon fraying against the weight of the coming dark. There is a specific silence that lives here For hours, it was a roar of gold and defiance, consuming the dry cedar of our history, the splinters of every word we ever threw into the heat to keep the room alive. But the wood is spent now. The logs have collapsed into a skeletal geography,
By Awa Nyassi21 days ago in Fiction
THE ARCHITECTURE OF DARK: RITUAL WINTER
The world doe not die in winter, simply holds its breath. Where I live, the transition isn't a gradual slide, but a sharp snap. One morning, you wake up and the air has changed. It no longer smells of damp earth and rotting leaves; it smells of nothing at all. It is a clean, sterile cold that reaches into your lungs and reminds you that you are made of water and warmth—two things the frost wants to take back.
By Awa Nyassi22 days ago in Fiction
Roots and branches
My roots formed in uncelebrated places — In kitchens heavy with silence, In prayers said without witnesses, In hands that learned endurance Before they ever learned rest. They grew quietly, gripping soil That knew both hunger and hope, Teaching me early that survival Is a kind of wisdom.
By Awa Nyassi26 days ago in Fiction
The Power of Affirmations: How Simple Words Can Transform Your Life
Among these powerful tools, affirmations stand out as one of the easiest yet most transformative habits anyone can adopt. At their core, affirmations are positive statements that help replace limiting beliefs with empowering thoughts. They work by training the mind to focus on what is possible Among these powerful tools, affirmations stand out as one of the easiest yet most transformative habits anyone can adopt. At their core, affirmations are positive statements that help replace limiting beliefs with empowering thoughts. They work by training the mind to focus on what is possible rather than what is fearful or negative. can’t do this. Over time, those small shifts in mindset create major changes in life.
By Awa Nyassiabout a month ago in Education
THE BUTTON THAT REMEMBERS
But Lena loved it because it was his. Felix, who saw the world in pastels and spoke in poems, had worn it every day until he didn't. When he was gone, Lena kept it folded perfectly in the cedar chest. Six months later, folding laundry, she noticed a tiny detail she’d missed: one of the silver buttons on the left sleeve was loose. She picked up a needle and thread, threading it carefully. As the needle passed through the final stitch, a warmth bloomed beneath her thumb. The silver button pulsed with a faint, deep-blue light. When the glow faded, a memory rushed into her mind, sudden and vivid: Felix, laughing in the rain, pulling her close under a single umbrella. Lena gasped. She touched another button, the one on the collar. The blue light returned, brighter this time. A second memory: The morning they moved in together, painting the kitchen wall a disastrous shade of yellow. She realized these weren't just buttons. They were anchors, tiny repositories of their shared joy, somehow holding the residue of his love. Every button held a different, perfect moment—a first kiss, a silly fight, a quiet night on the porch swing. Lena didn't need the whole jacket, or the chest, or the memories from the future they wouldn't have. She just needed these small, silver keepsakes. Every night, she would touch one button before bed, watching the blue light flicker, experiencing one perfect minute of him all over again. Grief was still heavy, but now, it was lit by tiny, electric stars.
By Awa Nyassiabout a month ago in Fiction
THE ROOM OF FORGETTEN ECHOES
The key was heavier she remembered. Mariam stood at the end of the halfway, staring at the door that has not opened in fifteen years. Dust clung to the brass knob, and the wood had warped slightly, as if the house itself had tried to swallow the room whole.
By Awa Nyassiabout a month ago in Fiction
WHISPERS BETWEEN THE PAGES
But when she met Daniel, she discovered love could be quieter, softer and infinitely more powerful. they first crossed paths in the town's little library where Elena spent her afternoons sketching designs in the margins of old notebooks.
By Awa Nyassiabout a month ago in Fiction
Life is a gift: wake everyday and realized that.....
No doubt life in its all forms enjoys a very high status in Islam. Human life is one of the most sacred creatures of God. Therefore, it must be appreciated, respected and protected.This article helps to understand why life must be appreciated and respected.
By Awa Nyassi3 years ago in Poets
