From Her Wrist to Mine: The Legacy of a Silver Bracelet

Some things are so much more than just objects; they carry the weight of love, history, and strength. My mother’s silver oxidized kada was one of those things. Over the years, it had become worn, its once-shiny surface tarnished, but it still held its place in her heart as a symbol of strength and resilience.

I remember the first time I saw it. I was a young girl, watching my mother wear it every day. It was part of her—her every movement was accompanied by the gentle clinking of the silver. It was present in every milestone of her life. When she graduated, when she got married, when I was born—her kada was there, standing witness to all these beautiful memories.

Fast forward a few years, and I found myself in a similar position—about to step into the professional world for the first time. I had an important interview, but I was nervous and unsure of myself. That’s when I saw the kada lying in her jewelry box, forgotten for a while. I picked it up, feeling the weight of it in my hand, and it felt like a piece of her was with me. The silver, though aged, still held the same power it had held when she wore it. I slipped it onto my wrist, and in that moment, it felt like I had inherited her strength.

The interview went well, and I knew it was thanks to the courage I found in that bracelet. It wasn’t just a silver piece of metal; it was a link to my mother’s unwavering belief in herself, and it was now mine to carry forward. Every time I wear it, I feel her presence beside me, whispering words of encouragement. The bracelet was never just about adornment—it was a reminder of everything that made my mother the incredible woman she was.