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On a Boat

   A lost soul is on a boat sailing on the clouds of dreams. There are winds trying to make me lose my path and faith in the bright future. I know we are born to suffer and struggle in life but how to reach the correct destination?! The sea is rough and the winds are turning into storms and I fear falling off my boat. I keep wondering if this is a river? An ocean? Or a mere sea? I can see wonderful trees and shine at the river side; so is it a river? I can’t see clearly; so is it a sea? It is too perfect to be a river or a sea it is a huge, pure and awesome ocean but it is so deep that I fear sinking in it. “Why do you fear sinking?” asked the boat; “it is the first time I am sailing in a boat and I don’t know how to swim or what to do or how to act,” said me.      The cloud is sad I feared it for it is my dreams that I have been dreaming of my whole life. But I am sorry my dear beautiful cloud, I don’t fear you, I fear the storm. This storm is not inside me but outside, my cloud, so

I am not lonely, I am alone

 I thought I am lonely and not alone but I discovered the opposite. I realized recently that I am not lonely but alone. Now, I observe someone who is the closest to me but never was seen. We think that everything that is so close to us is the closest but sometimes closeness is not a measure for closeness. There are things or people that are never seen close, but are the closest.   The person I observed knows everything about me and super kind to me as a mother. Reproaches me when I am mistaken like a father. Keeps my secrets and never gets me wrong like a sister. Always understands me, always feels me and always saves and helps me, even without me asking for help. Suffers if I am in pain and worries about me the most. The ONLY one who gives me birthday gifts and cakes and appreciates my hard work the most. Who always advises me and sometimes hurts me but always stays with me and heals me. Never misunderstands me and knows everything in my mind and heart without me uttering it. This

Are you alive?

Are we alive? Do you think you are? Well, I am telling you, you are not. We are all not alive. To be alive is not about having a body that breathes, thinks and moves. To be alive is to have your name written ON something. Do you remember your grand grand father? Do you remember Plato? That's all. Now you understand it, don't you? Who will remember you after 50 years from now? Your grandsons? Memories always fade. Force the world to remember you. Leave behind something that can help humanity.  Have your name written on a book, not inside it. Have your name on a mosque or even a small, wise and remarkable quote. I always see millions of people sharing others' quotes but never share a quote that has their own name. I am now writing this because I was influenced by a quote that I came across randomly on Instagram that carries Plato's name. I wondered how these people are still living among us. You disappear but what you leave behind will forever remain. If you are livin

A screaming soul

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      The soul sometimes suffers like a bird trapped in a cage, screaming and people think it sings. It struggles to be set free but people think it is happy with its cage . The soul speaks an incomprehensible language that humans can never understand. Humans just keep forming hypotheses about what is being said. They judge the appearance and never bother using a translator. Just like birds, the soul is created to soar. This desperate soul tries to be comfortable and soar by seeing beautiful places through two round holes in this cage. Observing beautiful scenes like flowers, green landscapes, seas, mountains, high places....etc. made this soul missed flying much more. The cage felt the sadness of its resident and used one of its metal wires to draw something in order to make this soul's voice be translated into something communicable. Both the cage and the soul are waiting for people to understand the soul's suffering through this simple art that they have co-operatively

A Heaven on Earth

I wish I were a bird to see how the heaven would be while I was flying high birds wondered why some people want to die? didn’t they try to fly! I saw mountains, greens and sea I couldn’t believe how tiny could be the world with wings on thee     Explanation :   This is the story of a girl who wanted to die and wished to go to heaven as well. She wanted to be a bird and see heaven so that she can endure her miserable life. She wanted to have a vacant mood and a happy life. One day, she became a bird and when she saw how tiny the whole world is from above, she became thinking of life as heaven. All she had to do is to deal with things differently and from a different angle. Life can be very different when we just change the way we see it. Despite seeing the green landscapes, sea, and mountains as very huge, but when they were seen from a different angle were very tiny; analogically, our problems can be so if we changed the way we look at them.  Opinion:

Religious launch

  Before we start doing anything we should say the name of our God. In the name of God the merciful, I will start writing. By saying these simple words, we rely on our God, trust him, depend on him and expect the best from him. Everything that happens to us, good or bad, is the best for us. I believe if we knew the future, we would choose our present. The things that we usually see as disastrous and keep complaining about them, we would choose them ourselves if we knew the future.    Facing hardships will teach us how to live, having a broken heart will teach us how to love, being misery will make us value happiness, being sick will make us thank God for our health...etc. We can never value the blesses unless we face the opposites "He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life" Alexandre Dumas. We can't learn without experiencing hardship

Welcome

Welcome to my blog!     On this blog, you will be going on a journey to discover the self and the world. what I meant by the self is everything that constitutes our identities. for instance, beliefs, personality, likes and dislikes, the relation between us and the world....etc. everything that makes us who we are is going to be included. I am looking forward to being a writer so hopefully, I will get your support and assessments. In the beginning, the first post will be religious, the best thing you can ever start anything with, the name of our God and our religion.