Ever since we are born, we are compared to people. And as we grow we start comparing ourselves to others. The story begins with a seed called “comparison” planted within us from the moment we open our eyes to this world. The more we grow, the more it grows, the more it spreads, the less […]
It’s funny how we wish upon a star, yet cry our hearts out to that same star. It’s funny how the sky seems to be clearer and livelier at night yet gloomier and darker at the same time. It’s funny how something can be so beautiful yet so scary all at once. By definition, Night:
أذكُرُهُ من نظاراتِهِ المستديرةِ الإطارِ وقبلاتِهِ الحنونةِ التي تدفئُ قلبي. هي ذكريات قليلة، مختصرة، مقتضبة لكنها كانت كافية طوالَ السنواتِ التي مرّت لتبقيَ ذكراهُ حيّةً في قلبي أبدا. لم يكن برجلٍ طويلَ القامةِ، ولا بعارضِ أزياءٍ مفتولَ العضلاتِ. لم يكن رياضيًّا يركض لأميالٍ ولكنَّ ذلك لم يكن برادعٍ قط. كان يقطنُ بالقربِ من منزلِنا، وعلى
I’ve been seeing this trend going around for weeks now, the one where people write a letter to themselves, to their future selves. Letters about where they expect themselves to be in “x” amount of years, what they want to change, what path they want to be on, how many kids they want to have,
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Today I turn 21, and what a time for one to be alive. Today I will have officially lived 20 years, and survived the past 1. Yes. This past year has been a year of pure survival. Happiness was not an option, resting was not a choice. For the past year, I could do nothing but try
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رح خبّركن قصّة زغيرة، حزينة شوي بس لهلّق ما إلها نهاية. قصّة شعب تعوّد يحلم مع إنّه عارف إنّو حلمه رح يبقى وهم، قصّة أُمّة حاربت كثير تتصمد وما بعمرها ذاقت طعم الرّاحة، قصّة وطن خذله شعبه وحكّامه ومش عارف بكرا شو ممكن يكون مخبّيله. القصّة بلّشت من زمان، من قبل ما أنا إخلق بهالبلد
Whether you ask an English literature teacher about it or ask google. Whether you look it up in dictionaries or all the existent books on earth, you will find that alive has one meaning and one only. Alive by definition “is living, not dead” But see, although alive has one definition, which invokes a sense of happiness and
I do not get why we’re fighting for black lives, or why we’re still asking for equality, why we’re demanding for world peace or trying to end world poverty. I do not understand how all of the above are still unattained rights that we have to die for every day in order to obtain. I
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