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.
The weekend has finally come. It’s been a long week. “I haven’t had a proper meal this week”, she thought to herself. Now when she think about it, her life has been a series of busy days, the second she opens her eyes, she rush into the day, full of hours and hours of sitting… Continue reading Her pan
تقف امام البحر تنتظر من يسلب قلبها صامدة امام الامواج واقفة، لا تحركها المياه يذهب ثوبها ضريبة هذه الحماقة تناديها امها “رقية! لا تكوني حمقاء” لا تأبه فهي حمقاء، لا تحتاج لمن يؤكد ذلك تتذكر يحيى، حين اتاها من البحر تعيد شريط ذلك اليوم ثوبه الابيض شعره الاسود المجعد عيناه، التي يميها خضراها الى زرقتها… Continue reading البحر
One reason I haven’t posted anything about May is that I barely remember what I have did. I’ve noticed that if I didn’t write down what I have done, I will forget. All I’ll remember is -blank-. Its such a bizarre thing. The only thing I keep track of are the movies I’ve watched and… Continue reading Looking back -May
Sometimes, I notice, all I do, everyday is reading. Immersing myself in the act of self forgetting. As if, I’m trying to forget the life I have. Being ungrateful, when all I do is trying to be. I try to change, to not read, but then,moments later, I find myself holding a book again.