When Words Become Feelings

Mohanad Hijazi

4/26/20262 min read

woman in red and black striped long sleeve shirt and blue denim jeans sitting on brown
woman in red and black striped long sleeve shirt and blue denim jeans sitting on brown

Well!

when it comes to stories, I prefer to share something from my book When Words Become Feeling, because this book was not written to reach something, it was written to meet people in moments they cannot explain. It is a collection of simple stories, but each one carries something quiet, something you might not notice at first, but you feel it later.

One story that always stays with me is about a man who used to walk the same street every evening after work. Nothing special about it, just the same road, the same buildings, the same people passing by. One day, he noticed an old bench he had seen a hundred times before but never really looked at. This time, he sat down.

Next to him was an older woman feeding birds, slowly, peacefully, as if time had stopped for her. They didn’t speak at first. Minutes passed in silence. Then she said something simple, “You walk fast.” He smiled and replied, “I always do.” She nodded and said, “That’s why you don’t see anything.” That sentence stayed with him. Not because it was deep, but because it was true.

He realized that for years he had been moving through life the same way he walked that street, focused on getting somewhere, never noticing where he actually was. The next day, he walked again, but slower. He noticed things he had missed for years. A small shop he never entered, a child laughing, the sound of leaves moving with the wind. Nothing in his life had changed, but everything felt different.

That is what stories do. They don’t change your life in a dramatic way. They shift something small inside you, and suddenly the same world feels new. If you ever feel like everything is the same, maybe it is not the world that needs to change, maybe it is just the way you are looking at it. And if you want to experience more moments like this, this book is always there, not to guide you, but to sit with you, quietly, until something inside you begins to move again.