A Fragile Kind of Courage

There’s a strange thing about survival: you don’t notice its shape until much later.
At first, it looks like trembling hands, sleepless nights, and a suitcase packed in the dark. It feels like fear.
But with time, you begin to see the other side of it—the part that kept you moving, even when you thought you couldn’t.

When I was running from the war, I didn’t think of myself as strong. I thought of myself as broken, scattered across borders, carrying more questions than answers. Yet looking back, I see something I couldn’t then: every step was a refusal to give in. Every mile was an act of stubborn hope.

That’s what *Life Beyond Fear* is about. Not just the horror of what happened, but the hidden strength that rose quietly, almost invisibly, through it.

We often imagine courage as loud and heroic. But sometimes it’s small, almost fragile—just getting out of bed, just holding a child’s hand, just believing that tomorrow is still worth waiting for.

Do you remember a time when your own strength surprised you?