Saba Pourtorabi

      All colors are beautiful, but some feel more special to me. Out of all the colors in the rainbow, three have stolen my heart the most: calm blue, pure white, and strong black.  

When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I love to see is the blue sky. This color makes me feel peaceful and hopeful, like an endless ocean full of secrets. When I wear blue, it feels like I’m carrying a little bit of that calm with me.  

White is the color of simplicity and purity. Fresh snow, fluffy clouds, or even a blank piece of paper—they all remind me that beauty can be found in simple things. White is like a clean canvas, waiting for a new story to be written on it.  

And then there’s black—a color full of power and mystery. Starry nights, old books with black leather covers, or that one black dress that always makes me feel confident at parties—this color gives me both strength and elegance.  

But what really connects me to these colors are the memories I have with them. The blue of the sea on family trips, the white snow on my first winter in a new home, and the black night sky I stare at from my window every evening. These colors aren’t just light—they’re part of my story.  

And if I’m being honest, out of all of them, blue is my favorite. Maybe because it always feels like a safe place, like a warm hug when I’m tired.