It’s strange, isn’t it?
You give something your all, your time, your effort, your creativity. But once it’s out there, it doesn’t really belong to you any more.
The stories you write, the memories you create, they all carry a piece of who you are. And still, you don’t get to decide how they’re remembered.
People rewrite, reinterpret, and rearrange them. As if the hands that made them never existed. But even then, you keep creating. You keep giving.
Nazm Stole is a reminder that maybe it was never about owning what you create. Maybe what actually matters is knowing it meant something to someone, somewhere.
