This is a piece of fiction; Part 2

I felt my heart drop into my chest, my feet sink into the ground, my fear rise to my conscience. There was nothing left for me here. Reality faded into memories, just like existence dwindled to nothingness. Slowly examining what has happened, I felt powerless, worthless…weak. There was nothing I could do to fix it. Like so much in the world, you expect more than you can get, you want more than you can have, and give more than you can. I gave more than I could. I drained myself. But for what?

For it all to fade away into void? I grew out of it all, there I was naked having nothing to cover me up other than my loneliness. Change was my enemy. There is nothing that lacks the power of change. Loved ones change to strangers, happiness changes to agony, just like summer changes to autumn, and mocks us with its beauty. But there’s nothing we can do about it except find a way to adapt. It’s human nature, we adapt to our surroundings. We adapt in order to exist. I exist, and therefore I am.


This is a piece of fiction ; Part 1

You know the feeling of having something weighing down on your chest? You feel something heavy, a pressure pulling you down; pushing down on your fragile heart. I don’t know what that is. But it’s there, making it difficult for me to breath, think, and speak. I don’t know what to feel, how to feel. Anxiety, stress, depression are a few names they use to describe it. But what is it? A burden I have no intention of having, yet it is still there.

Robbing me of serenity, it’s paining me, mocking me, knowing I seize the knowledge of how to vanquish it. But do I have that knowledge? They say sometimes holding tight to the rope is what bleeds your hands, then should I let go? Let it all out, like a scream of thoughts. When I think of it, I think of a dark shadow figure that feeds on uncertainty, on fear of not doing the right thing. What if the only way of eliminating it, is holding on to it so I could then let it go. A sacrifice, a little pain instead of lot of it. Do you know that feeling? How can something so evil live within us? Not only does it live within us, but it is birthed within us, it is us; part of us.


A year ago, everything was different. And looking back, I realize how much a year can change a person. Inside and out. But most importantly, how the person grows. Whether a negative or positive change, there was a reason for a turning point. You just have to look back and find out what that point was for you. A lot can happen in a year, from loss and failure to success and happiness. But like every year, there’s a next that follows. So if it hasn’t been your year, maybe the next will be.

Everything happens for a reason, and if it doesn’t make sense now it will later, just like things that happened last year didn’t make sense back then but do now. But when looking back, don’t give to too much, regret isn’t the best ally. Your future needs you much more than your past does. Put your regret to sleep, and let your light emerge peacefully and gracefully. Change can be scary, but something scarier is being stuck where you don’t belong. And sometimes it takes new experiences, new surroundings, and new vibes to find out where it is you belong. It’s okay to give it your all, it’s your life, if you didn’t then who will?

Nouveau | New

Our life becomes beautiful by the things we do, the things we see, and the people we meet. I don’t understand the point of being afraid of new beginnings. I mean, sure everything new is kinda scary, but the chances of it going badly are the same as the chances of it going great. So why shy away from meeting new people, new energy, and new surroundings? Everyone has a story to tell, we just have to be willing to listen. Remember the building you drove by this morning? Well in every window, behind the curtains, lies a different story, and that is honestly beautiful. I don’t know how else to describe it. You never know who is going to turn your life around, so take the chances. Imagine losing a gorgeous soul just because of being too scared to say hi. We find ourselves when we find others who heal, support and love us. You hold the pen that writes your story, you are in control, and you hold the power within you to make a difference in your life by letting others in. “A painful ending is sometimes disguised as a beautiful beginning”. It is the unknown that scares us from time to time, but life is too short and too beautiful to be lived in fear. We have to live despite it.


  • I kept thinking about something that I don’t know how I haven’t thought about before. Just how simple life is when you’re real. When you tell people exactly what you mean without playing games. When you wear your heart on your sleeve instead of pushing it aside. When you show your true colors without a single doubt in your mind. When you give without expecting anything in return. When you are truly yourself. Raw, real and genuine.
  • It’s just honestly so beautiful. Getting to know each other’s souls instead of our Instagram handle, talking with the people we care about instead of wasting our time on websites, and being alive not just present. Just think about the last time you laughed so hard that you cried, the last time you hugged your mom, the time you saw a baby and couldn’t not smile, the time you loved someone so much you’d have taken a bullet for them, the time you felt genuinely grateful and happy. These are the real moments, the ones that help us write our story, and know who we really are. Let’s be raw.
  • Beirut

    Mesmerizing busy streets, crowded bookshops, grand buildings, vintage shops, gorgeous monuments, green gardens, breathtaking views, delicious food, dope night life, fun late nights, fully booked clubs and restaurants, fun family life, cinemas, hotels, cafes, tea shops, libraries, malls. Half an hour from the mountains to the beach, beautiful water front, brightest sun, prettiest sky, calmest sea, highest mountains, cutest hills, greenest fields, longest lakes, and most importantly most kind hearted people.

    Smile after smile, laugh after laugh, and gesture after gesture.The sweetest, friendliest, most fun, and most generous people you’ll ever meet. This is Beirut, and by Beirut I mean Beirut, Saida, Tripoli, Jbeil, Baalbek, Jounieh, Tyre…etc. This is Lebanon, and you can’t not love it. If not for its own beauty, then for the beauty of its people. We always say, “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore, find a city better than this one”, but truth is, you won’t. Your heart lies buried under the streets of your country. So let’s stay, let’s walk the same streets, grow old in the same neighborhoods and end up together here forever. Be safe, and hopefully onto better things…always!

    Happy pill

    One day, if not already, it’ll be a cold winter day, maybe Christmas Eve, you’d be cuddled up next to your soulmate, listening to beautiful songs, and watching holiday movies while your kids are upstairs asleep. You’ll have your dream job, where you love what you do, and get excited for the next day every cozy night. You’ll have a beautiful family, even a puppy if you’d like, in a warm home filled with serenity. You’ll be happy, blessed and grateful.With a big heart of gold which you wear on your sleeve, filled with loads of love and affection.

    It’ll be the life you’ve always dreamed of. It won’t be perfect of course, but what is perfection in that sense anyways? There is no perfection when it comes to happiness. You could be the richest man in the world and be miserable or you could be the poorest man in the world and be happy. Happiness is a choice, and a state of mind. It is relative, to each individual. But don’t just live for that day, live while working hard to achieve that day. Enjoy the journey, that relatively perfect day isn’t merely a destination.

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