'My Dream World'

Writing from EmpowerHer 4
Written by Asia R | December 2025

Ever since I was a child, I have carried a secret world inside my mind, a place where hope is endless, and every heart feels safe. I call it my dream world. Unlike the streets I walk on daily, where the air carries the weight of fear and uncertainty, my dream world hums with life, laughter, and the quiet magic of possibility. It is a place I escape to not to run away from reality, but to imagine what life could truly be if kindness were limitless and freedom were our birthright.

In my dream world, the sun rises not just to bring light but to heal. Its golden rays touch every corner of the land, warming the hearts of people who have forgotten how to hope. Trees grow tall and strong, their branches stretching toward the sky, heavy with fruit and flowers that bloom in colors no artist could capture. The rivers sing soft songs as they flow, carrying stories from one village to another, and the air is always fragrant with the smell of jasmine and fresh rain.

People in my world live without fear. Children play openly in the streets, their laughter echoing like music through the cities and countryside. No one hides indoors because of danger, and no one shivers from hunger. Families gather for meals that are never scarce, and the elderly sit in gardens sharing wisdom, while the young listen with open hearts. In this world, respect is not demanded, it is given freely, as naturally as breathing.

One of the most magical things about my dream world is its schools. They are not buildings with walls, but open spaces under the sky, where learning is a celebration. Teachers guide not with punishment, but with encouragement. Every child has a voice, and every question is a treasure. In my dream schools, girls and boys study together freely, sharing ideas without fear, and everyone is encouraged to dream bigger than the sky itself. Knowledge is a gift, not a privilege.

Transportation is a joy rather than a necessity. People walk on glowing paths that light up with every step, or ride gentle, floating vehicles that hum like soft whispers. No smoke fills the air, and no horn disrupts the peace. Animals roam freely, and humans and nature coexist in harmony. The mountains are playgrounds and sanctuaries, the forests are libraries of wisdom, and the oceans reflect the beauty of every soul on the land.

In my dream world, conflicts are resolved with dialogue, not violence. Differences are celebrated, not feared. People listen before they speak, and empathy guides every action. Governments exist only to serve their people, ensuring justice and equality. There is no corruption, and no hidden agendas, only transparency and care. Everyone is accountable, but kindness is never forced, it flows naturally from a community that understands the meaning of unity.

I often think of my dream world when I see the streets of my own city. The contrast is sharp. Here, fear lingers in the shadows, and children grow up learning caution before curiosity. Opportunities are limited, and many voices are silenced. But I hold my dream world close because it reminds me of what is possible. It is a seed of hope, one that I nurture with every act of kindness, every effort to educate, and every choice to see the good in others.

My dream world is more than imagination. It is a vision I want to make real. I want to carry its principles into the world I live in, to plant small gardens of peace and understanding wherever I go. Even a single act of compassion, a word of encouragement, or a moment of patience can bring the essence of my dream world into reality. Dreams do not exist just to be forgotten, they exist to guide us toward what is possible when we refuse to accept injustice or cruelty as inevitable.

Reflecting on my dream world, I understand that its true magic lies not in perfection, but in the possibility of transformation. It teaches me that even in the darkest corners, light can shine, even when hope seems lost, it can be rekindled. And even in a world weighed down by fear, a single dreamer can plant seeds of change. My dream world is my compass, it shows me the path of courage, compassion, and endless possibility, and reminds me that the future can always be shaped by the visions we dare to hold today