Breaking the Cycle: From Bullying to Building Bridges
Childhood can be a strange, complex mix of joys and challenges, and for me, it was no different. My friends used to call me “filmstar Reema,” which, rather than feeling flattering, became a source of shame and hurt. Growing up, I was taught that people in the television industry weren’t considered “good,” and this perception stuck with me. As a result, I sought refuge in books and the company of teachers, isolating myself from my peers. One defining moment came during my matriculation farewell party. When my mother asked, “Why aren’t you crying?” I confidently responded, “I’m happy because I won’t have to come here anymore.” What I really meant was, “I’m happy to leave behind my loneliness.” This powerful belief fueled my hope for a new beginning, and it came true on my first day of college. In the library, a girl asked, “What’s your name?” I replied, “Reema.” The giggles around me reminded me of my past, and without hesitation, I added, “But you can call me Minna—that’s what I like to...