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

A Thousand Farewells

by Nahlah Ayed 

A national bestseller with a new epilogue

  Even though this book was and will always be special for me, I took a very long time to finish reading it (you can see it on Goodreads).  That was for two main reasons. 

  First of all, the book was a gift from a Canadian friend with whom I spent my four months visit there in Canada. So, whenever I pick up this book, I remember her, her little house, our walks, and her long talks about the Middle East situation. She never judges us (Arabs and Muslims). she respects me and my traditions and culture so much. I really liked her. Especially when she starts analyzing my personality and suggesting some solutions and habits to move out of my dark spot I was in by that time. She keeps saying I am exactly like her young daughter (she is as old as me). 

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...

Cleanliness

  It breaks my heart to see people still think that life is all about money. What was the first dictate to our prophet in order to make a huge change? Was it about working and gaining money? No, It was simple about Reading and learning, because it is the best way to change ourselves then our lives. 

  Yet, our people still don't see it a necessity to have clean water at home every day, clean toilet at work, clean streets ... In order to clean our environment we need to clean our minds (by reading and learning), then step by step we will get a clean society, a clean government, a clean country. 

  So, I guess cleanliness is somehow more important than money at this stage..... Just a ‪#‎Point_of_view‬

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: