This girl’s name is Moniba. It means, One who returns to the good. She has several thoughts on the meaning of her name. Sometimes, she thinks she ought to change it. She does not want to be one who “returns” to the good. She wants to stay with the good. To never have to return, to never have to leave in the first place. But she supposes that’s a whim. Faith, after all, is ever-wavering, like the moon. Waxing and waning. So she assures herself, her name is a good one.
Moniba is twenty-two, she studies English literature which she is passionate about. Words thrill her, excite her with their taste and power. Nowadays she is going through a dilemma. She wonders if she really is a proper writer. She wonders if she has what it takes to be a recognized writer. She wonders if she should write more prose or poetry. She wonders if she should write, at all.
At nights, she comes to the conclusion that she should not. But then she writes that too.
UPDATE: The writer is officially a victim of severe writer’s block and self-doubt and lack of motivation as well as determined purpose.