I don't remember when did my life become like this... Nobody noticed me! I existed, that much I knew as my parents would always provide for me. Yet, I had been feeling alone. Always I guess. They never appreciated me, neither did they scold me. They worked and I studied or played always by myself. That's it! Perhaps to make myself noticeable I decided to wear the headscarf, in my highschool, as an act of rebellion. But, I guess, I caught the wrong attention and lived almost three years of my in illusion, until... I got to know the real him, and luckily alhamdulillah her as well. I found someone who explained me the real Love. But, I was a slow learner. It took me other two years and some unexpected visit from the past to understand. Although being around him was still painful as it would make me miserable every single time we had an encounter, I finally accepted that Love is White. I feel complete and whole. HE alone is sufficient for me. It's not an ending. But a new beginning. Now I am no longer scared and I want to create a new personality of mine. I have decided that I am ready to embark on a new journey, although I am unaware of what my future may be. But Allah controlls everything and I have full trust in Him. Everything happens for a reason and I know along my journey I will find it out: Why is Love White?