Time can heal wounds, but never the scars

  As usual, I spent few unexpected nice days, to face an expected sad event. I hate this life's game. Whenever you say "finally I had some nice time", life comes back and hits you hard to wake you up from your nice dream. 

  At least I am becoming more patient. The more I get hurt and disappointed, the more I become patient. I avoid overreactions, sometimes I don't even react. Doesn't matter anymore. 

In some cases, it is much better to give up on people and dreams than to fight for them. 

  I miss my innocence, my hope for a better tomorrow, my trust in people .... I remember how all used to feel like. 

  I listen (while typing) to some songs (in Arabic) that I used to enjoy before. I found them on my sister's old laptop.  Amazing how different I am now. I almost don't recognize the old me.  

  "All the poems" (كل القصايد in arabic) was one of my favorite songs. I was so broken by that time, and it described my pain perfectly. I used to sing it with my cousin, and cry about loosing my love. I forgot the song's lyrics now, I don't talk to my cousin anymore, and I don't even remember that lover's face. But once I heard the song, I felt the same pain again. Seems like time can heal wounds, but never the scars.

What a complicated creature we are!




                                                                                                                      Merry

Passages from 

The Tale of Genji (潤一郎訳源氏物語)

It was a long novel full of different love stories. I found it as a Japanese version of "One Thousand and One Nights", which is not my favorite kind of books. Even though I didn't finish the whole book, I still can say it was a nice and different experience. Here are some passages I loved:

"We vowed that we would go together down the road we all must go. You must not leave me behind."

She looked sadly up at him. "if I had suspected that it would be so--" She was gasping for breath. 

"I leave you, to go the road we all must go. The road I would choose, if only I could, is the other."

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"The autumn night is too short to contain my tears...

Child of The Dark

The Diary of Carolina Maria De Jesus

I started reading this book when I was going through some of the worst days I ever had. I failed badly, and I have no idea how to face it. As usual, I needed to read a book to forget about my pain when I can't fall asleep. I didn't choose this book by myself, but a friend gave it to me. So I started reading it, and I loved every word and every feeling no matter how simple they were. 

  If you check the story for Carolina Maria book you will understand that she was a very poor woman, surviving by collecting papers and cans and food from garbage. That's exactly what attracted me the most when I started this book. 

  Her diary is divided into 3 periods: