I cannot say I just realized. I have always knew, for the longest time, that I’m avoiding the topic. Or maybe, knowing only so little. I’m told to have a goal, in a job I’m not fond of. In a job, I keep on telling myself it’s only temporary. ‘I’m only here for a little… Continue reading Thoughts about my life … so far
Its such an underrated word. Some people say it as if they are giving you charity. Some people say it under their breath, hoping that you didn’t hear it. Someone people, say it with their heart. They say it with every little thing you do to them. Thank you, really lift the soul You might not… Continue reading Thank you
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
I’m asked why do i read books about war, about suffering. It’s because I’m trying to learn how to live, to live in such conditions.No matter how much we try to ignore the facts, the world has become a huge war zone.Im learning to live in such world.
For a whole month she hasn’t written a single word. Every time she holds her pen, she stares at the blank paper upon her, as if, waiting for the words to appear on the surface. “I feel Ill” she murmured. For not writing a single word felt as sickness. Words swarm around her head. She feels… Continue reading Words