I liked her. She was the new girl at my office. She seemed shy. Avoiding looking into the eyes of the person talking to her too long. She would look at them for a moment. And then look at the floor. As if the floor brought her comfort, she entered the office quietly. I looked… Continue reading Her eyes
Ramadan and Eid has both come and go, all in the same month. It was busy, and many things have changed. Unintentionally, I stopped reading novels. Its been almost three weeks since I have read a novel. Instead, I shifted to read self-help books and books that enhance my skills in certain areas. I have… Continue reading Looking back – June
Ramadan has come and passed, and so did Eid. It’s been exactly a month since Ramadan has announced its arrival. And today is the last day of Eid (if you assume its three days). I feel sad. As sad a child might be when a summer vacation is on its end. This year, sadly, we’ve… Continue reading Eid
I’m twenty-four years old. Every time someone asks me about my age, I still get shocked. A little. Once when I was a high-schooler, to be precise, at seventeen, twenty four made me feel safe. As if once I’m there things will get clearer, and I will be okay. Every day grow harder. Being unsure… Continue reading Twenty four years old
There is an Arabic saying, which goes by “وصلت حدّي”, which literary translate to “I’ve reached my limit”. Its is said when the person has reached their threshold. When all their patients is drained, therefore, they are unable to handle the situation at hand. Generally, we Arab, say this statement in an angry tone. As… Continue reading The limit
She has been an expert liar ever since she was a child, and many people around her, whom have been lied to, already knew that about her and tried to confront her to her bad habits. But, she refused. Of course she was deeply ashamed, and she knew that was wrong. She lied because she… Continue reading Lying
I,unlike many people, and so I assume, enjoy rereading books I have much enjoyed. The enjoyment comes from the vivid nostalgia I feel, reading the words again, remembering the time in the distant past when I sat with the same book at hand.