I’m Not Scared of Growing Old

Wrinkles,

toothless smiles,

white hair,

or walking with a cane—

none of these frighten me.

What scares me

is reaching an age

when I can no longer care for myself—

when I need others

to feed me,

to bathe me,

to help me move,

and to do the things

I once did on my own.

I know I have fewer friends now.

But solitude is not loneliness.

As I grow older,

I value peace more than

unnecessary arguments,

and quiet moments more than

the need to prove I am right.

When I reach the end of my journey,

I ask for only three things:

Dignity.

Independence.

Strength.

To remain self-sufficient,

to live with dignity,

and to care for myself

until the very end.

Inshallah..God Willing