Friendship in Life

The school bell rang, and the classroom filled with noise and laughter. I didn’t close my notebook right away; instead, I kept chatting and laughing with my friends — the same girls I thought would always be with me. At that time, I believed this was life — laughter, noise, and friendship.

But now, when I think back, my heart whispers: I wish I had known that friendship isn’t just about being together — it’s about honesty and sincerity.

I was always a topper in my class — every exam, every subject, every year. My teachers were proud of me, and my classmates came to me for help.

When exams approached, everyone suddenly became close to me. Someone wanted my notes, another wanted help with a topic, and some even asked for my solved papers. I helped them all — happily, wholeheartedly — because I believed that helping others was what friendship meant.

Bt slowly, I began to realize something painful: they only remembered me during exams. Once the papers ended, they disappeared. No greetings, no messages, no friendship. I wasn’t their friend — I was just their convenience.

At first, I tried to ignore it. I thought maybe I was being too sensitive. But when it kept happening, again and again, my heart began to break. The same people for whom I stayed up late to study and make notes — they would laugh behind my back and make fun of me. That was the moment I understood what loneliness really meant.

I had never hurt anyone, never spoken ill of anyone. I always believed that if I did good for others, they would do good for me too. But the truth is, not everyone sees you through the same lens that you see them.

There were some quiet, kind girls in my class too — simple and sincere. But I barely noticed them because I was focused on the popular ones, the ones always surrounded by others. I wanted to belong to their world.

Now I understand that those “popular” people only walk with you when it suits them — they don’t walk for you.

When school ended, those friendships faded too. The ones who had used me moved on. None of them ever looked back. I watched their success stories on social media, but not one message ever came for me.

For a long time, I blamed myself. I thought maybe I wasn’t enough. But now I know — I wasn’t lacking, I was simply too genuine. And genuineness is something the world often doesn’t understand.

Then I made a decision: I would value myself. I would cherish the strength Allah had given me — the strength of knowledge, faith, and patience.

Helping others is a form of worship, yes — but if it starts to hurt your soul, you have the right to step back.

As time passed, I started a new chapter in life. I surrounded myself with fewer people, but real ones — those who truly cared about my happiness, not just my usefulness.

Even today, I pray that Allah blesses me with friends who are honest, loyal, and kind-hearted — friends who care for me as sincerely as I care for them. Because true friendship is the one that supports you in this world and in the hereafter.

If I could go back in time, I would tell my younger self:

Be kind to everyone, but don’t let yourself be used. Keep your heart pure, but protect it. Those who don’t value your sincerity don’t deserve your energy. Trust Allah — He will send you people who will love you with the same honesty that lives in your heart.

Now, when I look back, I don’t feel regret — I feel gratitude.

Because if all that hadn’t happened, I would never have learned how to value myself, or what true friendship really means.

Yes, I was always the topper — but real success wasn’t being at the top of the class.

Real success was keeping my heart clean, my intentions pure, and learning that sincerity never goes to waste.

🌸 “Be thankful to those who only remembered you when they needed you — they taught you how to recognize your own worth.”