I wonder how many people’s lives I sit in the background of. How many strangers who see me once in their entire lifetime, maybe as the girl in front of them at the coffee shop, maybe as the girl who needed some room to move her cart in the grocery store, maybe as the girl who asked for directions.
I wonder how many people’s lives I’ve walked in and out of without anything to give.
As I sit here thinking of how little my own life is in the grand scheme of things, I realize how important it is to be a walking influence. I realize how meaningless most of our interactions are, and how much that contradicts the idea that “every person who walks into your life walks in for a purpose.”
I hope that next time I walk into the coffee shop, someone can see me as the hijabi who shined a smile of love and comfort in a world of hate and hostility. I hope that next time I’m at the grocery store, someone can see me at the girl who gave the lady beside me the last gallon of milk, even though I got there first. I hope that next time I’m out on a walk, someone can see me as someone who offered help when they needed it.
I hope they remember the little girl who did the little things that mattered.