Rawan

And just like the quill, she continued to write her life…

I guess something like this I wrote to you for your last year’s birthday, habibi.

That epic birthday party where a sack of potatoes saved the night from munchies.

That last birthday party of yours in Poland…

Rawan.

Sometimes I feel like there is no person in Warsaw who wouldn’t know you. Just look at what I heard people say:

“I never met Rawan in person, but I know her. I was editing an interview with her and somehow learned everything about her life not even seeing her in person once”

“This is Julka, she is a friend of Rawan. We know each other through Rawan”

“Rawan? Oh damn, you know Rawan? How come??”

“Ahhh, you are going to Utrecht to meet your friend Rawan, aren’t you?”

Yes I am. I am coming to you, baby girl.

Because I need it. Because I miss you.

My soul sister. My quality conversations partner. My shoulder to cry into, fashion supplier,co-chef, peanut butter vibez soulmate, Discover Weekly music influencer and my go-to plant 🪴 advisory.

I really miss you sometimes.

As if Warsaw is not the same without you here.

Funnily enough, we never were BFF or sisters like you and Fidan. We never went to any trip or psytrance festival together. And in general, seems like most of our hangout happened at home.

Homebodies 🙌🏻 high five.

But we did attend Pscyhoanalisis course together in Civitas (that’s how I figured out you are cool) and I did help you out with filling out documents, brought boxes for you to pack all your 6 years of living in Poland and you did catsit Beta when I was traveling, cut my hair, and gave me more than anyone could give in that fast-paced city where people are too concerned with what others think of them…

You gave me a gift of true unconditional love and friendship.

“The gift of love”, that Rumi playlist on YouTube you sent me, couldn’t be a better share, Rawan.

The quill that writes her story of unconditional self love.

This is what you taught me - this is what you will be remembered for.

Not only by me. But by all of us - people who love you, and people who you’ve inspired.

Cause I don’t know if you noticed, gurl, but you are a muse to many, but a friend to few.

And I am blessed to have you in my life.