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Happy New Year 2020

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Hello everyone and welcome back to my blog!!!  It’s been ages since I have written anything and it kills me when I think of how outdated my site has been so I have decided that I would – at least- try to write something every once in a while here.

As an update to things that I’ve been up to: I will update my books section since I’ve published another children’s book (yaaay! go me!).  It’s called Upside Down Abbey which is about a little girl who loves gymnastics.  You can find all about it here (Amazon site).  I also finished writing up my Arabic book (also, yaaay) but have yet to choose a publisher since Arabic readers wouldn’t choose Amazon as their first stop to buy books.

In 2020, I hope to finish editing my draft of short stories (yes, most are here) and start writing the Fantasy novel I’ve been planning and outlining… Big dreams.

In regards to reading, I pledged to read 50 books on Goodreads then reduced the number to 45 which seems to be more realistic.

Other than that, the usual stuff are on my resolutions list (like everyone I know)- health and lifestyle, gym and losing weight, get my life back on track, go into an adventure, and what not.

Please do subscribe to my newsletter to be updated on the latest writings plus you can get to email me with any questions or comments.

In the end, I wish you all a year filled with good health, wealth, and prosperity.  Happy reading to you all.

Bedoor

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موت مكتبة

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أدير الصفحات مسرعاً

علّني بقرائتي اُخلّد الكتب

اُدخل كلماتها السوداء في قلبي

لتبحث عن زاوية ترتاح فيها بعد الحطام

 

أبحث يميناً وشمالاً عن كتاب أخضر

رأيتهُ جالساً على الرف ذات يوم

كنتُ أنظرُ إليه وأعُدّ الدراهم في جيبي

وأعود أدراجي ليمرّ الأسبوعَ بعد الأسبوع

 

تمرّ أصابعي على ورقٍ محروق

أكادُ أعيشُ في طيّاتهِ الألم

يتخلل من يدي ويهبُ في الهواء مسرعاً

ليشيح بوجههِ عن الكارثة

Happy Valentine’s Day

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René Descartes said, “je pense, donc ju suis” translated to “I think, therefore I am”. In my mind I believe it should be, “I love, therefore I am.”

The importance of love in our world is immense.  Love is not restricted between lovers, it considers all other types of love such as a mother’s love for her son/daughter, a son’s love to his father, a sister’s love to her brother, a father’s love to his daughter, a friend’s love to her friend, and so forth.

When people choose to display their love one day in the year it means that the display of their emotions is lacking in the other 364 days.  Being able to genuinely tell the people in your life that you love them, and telling them using those words, is important.

I saw a comic strip drawn by a Korean lady (I think she was Korean, I will make sure and get back to you) showing that it is very hard to say “I love you” to her mom.  I know my mother loves me but she just doesn’t say it.  Is that what we want said about us?

Reassuring your loved ones that you love them is just icing on the cake.  It doesn’t cost you anything to say those words and mean them.  Give your loved ones a hug, a kiss, a thank you for being in my life card, and they will appreciate it.

You never know if you will get another chance.  Always say you love them before you leave.

To my family and friends, I love you.

 

Mnemonic- The Remembrall

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When Neville Longbottom’s remembrall turned red, he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was he was forgetting.  After extensive research in this matter (thank you, google and Harry Potter fans), apparently he wasn’t wearing his robes.  We all suffer with our memories and try to find ways to remember important matters in our lives.  People write notes in their planners, save voice notes in their smart phones, or ask someone to remind them.

Back in the old days, when we weren’t glued to our phones and weren’t able to access the internet all the time, school teachers needed to make things interesting for us to remember things so they introduced us to mnemonics.  One of the most memorable one for me is related to the order of planets: My very easy method just set up nine planets.  How applicable.

Along with some ridiculous song lyrics I can’t forget, the planet mnemonic was placed comfortably in the middle of my memory.  Whenever I hear about a planet, I remember my very easy method and feel so smart, thinking that I got my money’s worth of education.

Then someone decided Pluto isn’t a planet.  WHAT???  What do you mean Pluto isn’t a planet?  All of a sudden Pluto’s just not good enough to be part of the planets?  What is it, then, a tree?  I thought it was a joke, something I overheard and wasn’t certain of its source.  Then I thought it must be someone scientists were still debating about, that they will come around and consider it a planet again.  Lo and behold, they didn’t.  Poor Pluto.

A rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet.

Well, I guess my very easy method just set up nine... nothings.

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Simplify Life

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Humans tend to over-complicate matters.  We don’t usually give the issue we are dealing with its correct size and thus, in our minds, we are dealing with catastrophes all the time.  Are you really dealing with catastrophes all the time?

A friend of mine once told me that our day to day issues are just that: day to day issues.  We shouldn’t make a big deal out them, the real issues are those of sickness, loss of  loved ones, war, betrayal, abduction, and all the bad words we think will never happen to us.

So firstly, be grateful that you have a place to sleep, food on your table, don’t have to deal with war, and have a healthy family.

Secondly, breathe.  Spilled milk is just spilled milk.  Losing a job is not the end of the world, you have your life ahead of you.  Children fighting, shouting, having to get vaccinated is just a normal day in a normal life.  When they send a picture of two kids in a car, both holding Ipads and still crying with a sentence on top saying, “still can’t get them quiet, first world problems!” is for you to take a step back and put everything into perspective.  You have running water, some people can’t find water to drink and die of thirst.

Third, simplify your problem.  After minimizing them in your mind, your son’s bad grades are simple.  Smile and hug him, there’s not much you can do but fix the upcoming semester.  Simplify his life to simplify yours.

We are all humans in this world and the extra baggage we place on our backs will not be with us in the end.  It will not matter what your income was, only the smiles and laughter matter.

The Curse

via Image Writing Prompt #71

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‘You have to get control of your curse before it destroys all of us.’

‘But I don’t want to.’

‘You don’t want to, but why?’

‘I want it to destroy everyone in this world.’

‘You scare me sometimes.  Take the curse back.’

‘NO!’

‘Emma, this is not a joke, this has nothing to do with who you are.  There are many innocent people out there.’

‘Are they really innocent?  Once they realize who I am, what I am, they will all turn against me.’

‘I never turned against you.’

‘You’re different.  You were with me since forever.  You knew me before this all started.   You knew me before I turned all weird.’

‘You’re not weird, you’re special.’

‘Scoff! That’s an understatement.  Special are people who add value, all I do is destroy.’

‘Yes, but you are good for us humans.  You destroy the extras’

‘On what basis?  Just because the government tells me where to go and who to curse doesn’t mean it’s right.  They choose people who are bad in their point of view, but aren’t we all human?’

‘Not this again, Emma.  This is your duty.’

‘I don’t like it.  I never wanted to be a killer.  Do you think anyone dreams of being a killer when they’re young?  I wanted to be an accountant.  Just a boring accountant like my parents but this.. this change happened in me and there’s no way back.  So if there’s no way back there’s only the way forward.  Let me channel this curse and rest my mind, let me rest my conscience and rid myself of the source of all evil.’

‘Who’s the source of all evil?’

‘All humans.  Thank you for being a great friend but it’s time to say goodbye to the world as we know it.  Sometimes the earth has to be burnt to rise again and I believe I was sent to burn.’

She channeled the fire upwards, it cascaded a shadow over the horizon and turned day into night.  People all around were scared, they didn’t know what to do nor what was going on.  It was a normal day for everyone and then suddenly, this happens.  An eclipse of some sort, a damnation.  And then suddenly, fire.

Back To Basics

Dominant

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In the midst of the craziness, we lose ourselves.  We get caught up in the urban life and the shine of everything new that we forget who we are, we forget what we are.  We forget our origins: where we started and what we’re doing in this life and once we forget our origins we no longer know where we’re going.

Seriously, who cares what designer bag you hold and what jewels you wear.

Everything builds up on top of ourselves, hiding our true soul away from the mirror.  When you look in the mirror, is it you who looks back?  Is that the same person you remember?  Is this who you wanted to become?

Remove the layers hiding your true identity and focus on your core.  understand that the craziness is entering from every sense in you and take it away.  Remove the excess baggage that hunches your back and release your tension.  Savor your life and utilize your senses the way they were meant to be used.

Taste.  Go back to basics and taste the givings from mother earth.  Look at the colors, reach a point where you can differentiate the shades of the sky and the subtle greenness of the trees.  Listen to “white noise” you so readily purchase off stores and find its source from around you.  Listen to the drops of the water, the laughter of children, and the buzzing of the bees.  Touch everything with the tips of your fingers, sense the difference in texture and imaging yourself blind.  Speak no more, reduce your speech to utter silence and balance your words on your tongue before addressing anyone.  And finally, be here.  Focus your mind into being where you are and breathe.  Breathe out the clutter, breathe the mess, and breathe out the numerous ridiculous choices you have to make and just be.

Reset your senses back to basics, let your soul dominate your body.

Agile

Agile

Broken-Heart

Known to be agile

my mind runs away

leaving me with the mess

of a heartbreak.

The Piano

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via Image Writing Prompt #43

“You never play anymore, you just sit there,” I told my dad one afternoon as the light fell on the black and white keys and his unwavering hands.  He seemed lost in thought as always and kept his eyes fixed on his fingers.  I recalled how the music notes would fill our home from early morning before we were ready to go to school.  It was the sound of the keys and the smell of the coffee that made our home what it was.

And now, the sound ceased to exist.

It was three months ago when my mother passed away so suddenly.  It was a calm night in March when I heard her being rushed down the stairs with my dad.  I came out of my room with my headphones on my shoulders not knowing what was going on.  She had on her light blue robe and was pale as a ghost.  She was holding onto her stomach and screaming from pain and dad was barely able to stand, let alone attend to her.  “Don’t worry hon, I just feel a bit sick but I’ll be back.”  She tried to comfort me sweetly.  I believed her, I always believed my mom.  I never thought she would ever lie to me or ever leave me.

But she did.

There was nothing they could do to stop it.  It was unexpected and so sudden that I would find myself forgetting she was gone, like waking up and expecting to smell the coffee.  My dad couldn’t arrange anything for her funeral so my aunt took the heavy responsibility off our chests.  It was dark, dim, and morbid like any other funeral regardless of the weather.

And to make matters worse, the sound of the piano stopped.  “You never play anymore, you just sit there,” I stated again.

She’s gone.  He whispered, with a tear rolling down his cheek.

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