On a rainy December day, my alarm rings at 5:50 am to prep for school. I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I’ve been feeling sad and frustrated for reasons that I won’t go into now. As okay as it is not to be okay, I didn’t appreciate nor accept my feelings. Twirling around in bed, feeling drained and exhausted,
Expecting mothers. I understand how scary it is, not knowing the big change that is coming your way, a change that will reshape your life. I tell you, the only way to feel more at peace
From the moment you set foot in the airport, from the passport control to the taxi driver, the waiters, tour guides, cleaners and hosts, all you will receive is beautiful smiles and heartwarming smiles.
I miss celebrating, and by celebrating I don’t mean the internal celebration of achievements or so, I mean it in its traditional sense.
“A excruciating test of patience, agility, speed of adaptation, strength, & anger management” This is the title of the past-school year, & here’s why.
It took me 4 years including a very long 2019/2020 to understand what represents me the most and make it as personal as possible. In September 2020, I went on a 3 day self reflection weekend away in nature with a notebook & pen.
I am fighting cancer… Not the one that infects the organs but rather a cancer that once infected my soul and still, to this day
Growing up, I spent a lot of time with my parents. I remember endless winter nights at home, watching Black & White Egyptian dramas of “So3ad hosni” and “Hind Rustom” from the 40s, 50s and 60s.