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Why is it that when we’re young dreams are still allowed? When we’re young we’re allowed to dream and talk about our dreams. No matter how ridiculous they are, we’re allowed to love, be passionate and talk about our dreams. Wish I can go back in time, and dream more. Without any shame.
I’m not usually an optimistic person, I’m very pessimistic and I complain most of the time. But throughout the years I’ve learned that many things don’t work out as we plan, and yet we shouldn’t lose hope. When things don’t work out as we plan them, or imagine them, they don’t turn out necessarily better. […]
Dear readers, I would like to wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy and hopeful new year. I would like to take this opportunity to share a poem I wrote and share every single year on Christmas, just because it means a lot to me. I wrote it in times of agony […]
It has been years, and nothing has changed. Nothing is new to brag about it. And nothing is significant to fulfill that hole I have been carrying for years. I carry many holes, my soul is hollow and I have no plans or milestones to fill them with. I waste my time looking for materials, I’m […]
A beautiful piece written by my dear friend Sawsan.
I wrote this poem two years ago on Christmas day (on my previous blog). I was going through tough times back then and I was feeling different than today/this year. I sent this poem to some of my friends and they thought it is sad and they didn’t like it. Of course they didn’t. One […]
Originally posted on The Indisputable Dirt:
You’ve heard it before, the beloved aphorism from the ever-intriguing Confucius; “Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.” I’ve also heard it attributed to Albert Einstein, but the internet tells me that Confucius coined it, so we’ll go with…
Every morning, I wake up from dreams… Dreams of my past, haunting me, penetrating my soul… torturing me. I know these dreams, I know their closure… I know their answers. Yet, I am puzzled, by my present. In those dreams, I hear his voice… fierce and cold. Painful. He is gone. These dreams, mixture: of […]
We were lying there in the dark. Thinking. Again, about mistakes, Things we should have said, Tears we should have held, Vows we should have kept. In the dark we didn’t stop thinking, about those flickers of light That passed in the streets, Late at night, Very late, In the dead night, There everything was […]