MonaZ

Beauty is not about having a pretty face. It is about having a pretty mind, a pretty heart, and most importantly, a beautiful soul

– Jayla H –

She is fond of all sorts of beautiful things – people, animals, object and even the abstract. Beauty, to her, is not limited to what the eyes can see; it exists in presence, in intention, in the unseen meaning behind creation. She often finds herself appreciating not only beautiful things, but the creators of its.

Creativity fascinates her. It draws her, almost irresistibly, toward the mystery of how something invisible within a person can become visible to the world. Yes, she loves creativity. To her, creativity is freedom – the freedom to express one inner self: feelings unspoken, thoughts unfinished, emotions searching for form.

Not every feeling can be expressed, and not every thought can be fully articulated through words.

– MonaZ –

WHAT DOES IT MEANS TO HAVE A BEAUTIFUL SOUL?

A beautiful soul reveals itself through kindness – not loud kindness, not performative kindness, but a quiet giving being questioned: Will this make things better?

It gives without hesitation, yet never without awareness. Its kindness is not a transaction, nor an act seeking recognition. It exists simply because empathy exists.

The kindness of a beautiful soul is never selective. It does not measure worthiness or calculate return. It flows naturally toward whoever stands in need, like light entering any space left open to receive it.

Love within a beautiful soul does not demand attention; it inspires. It finds joy not in being admired, but in witnessing others awaken – seeing someone else become brighter, braver, or more hopeful because of a small shared moment.

Perhaps that is its purpose: not to shine alone, but to help others remember their own light.

The Lady at Marché

A brief conversation with a lady working at the front counter of Marché Café became a memorable moment she felt compelled to preserve through her writing.

As always before a flight, she craved coffee – a small ritual before entering the in-between space of travel.

She walked into the café with an empty mind, uncertain of what she wanted.

An Americano or a Cappuccino.

Bitterness or softness.

Clarity or comfort.

That was when she met the lady at Marché.

She greeted her with a welcoming voice that seemed to brighten the morning.

“Hello, young lady. What would you like to order?”

She smiled, still undecided.

“Would you like a cappuccino?” the lady asked with warmth and patience.

Her first coffee of the day was almost always black – an espresso or an Americano.

Yet something shifted.

The gentle energy the lady carried quietly softened her decision.

For reasons she could not explain.

“May I have a cappuccino, please?”

“Would you like a pastry to go with your coffee?” the lady asked, suggesting a croissant or a cinnamon roll.

The cinnamon roll looked irresistible.

It looks wonderfully soft and fluffy, she thought.

“May I have a cinnamon roll, please?”

She had intended to buy only a coffee.

Instead, she left with something more.

Not because she was hungry,

but because kindness has a way of making people feel at home.

In that brief exchange, she realized the lady was beautiful.

Not because of the uniform she wore,

nor because of her appearance.

It was something beyond what the eye could see.

She carried what would later become known in her writing as a beautiful soul.

Not every beautiful soul announces itself.

Some reveal themselves through a smile,

a patient voice,

or a few ordinary words spoken with genuine sincerity.

And sometimes,

a brief encounter with a stranger

is enough to remind us that kindness is one of the quietest forms of beauty.