I wasn’t planning to disappear.
But sometimes, life hits you so hard, you lose the words to explain it.
A few weeks ago, I stared at a blank page, heart full but hands still. I told myself I was “just taking a break.” But in truth — I was lost.
Not in the way you lose your phone or forget where you kept your charger.
I was lost in myself.
Writing had always been my escape, my fire, my magic. But something changed. The world felt louder. My thoughts — heavier. I was surrounded by people but felt completely alone.
Then one night, I got a message from a reader:
“Aziza, when’s the next story coming out? I miss them.”
It was short. Simple. But it cracked something open in me.
Because you remembered me.
Even when I forgot myself.
So I sat down — not to write a story — but to write this:
A thank you.
For waiting.
For believing.
For reading my stories like they were your own.
For letting me be quiet… and now, letting me speak again.
I don’t know how to explain it, but something inside me has awakened.
New stories are whispering to me. New characters are begging to live.
And I promise — what’s coming next will make you feel, cry, laugh, and fall in love all over again. 💫
But first, I want to hear from you.
What did you miss most while I was gone?
What kind of story do you want to read next?
Drop a comment below or message me directly.
I’ve returned — not just as a storyteller, but as someone stronger, deeper, and more ready than ever.
Love always,
Aziza Mohamed
Taleteller.info
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