You are Real

You are Real
My  dedications are at the bottom of this post 😉

By now ..

You my people know that each one of you has marked me in a way in this life,

Some of you show me how to be a survivor, not giving up no matter the abuse or weakness we feel around someone or with them,

Some of you taught me to move on, dream bigger because you were once where i was but now you made it

Some of you remind me ” the things you now have you once prayed for”,

Some of you are my constant and/or my support system no matter my right/wrong decisions in life

Some of you keep pushing me to lighten up, live it up, go with the flow and stop

Overthinking much.. even if you’re scared that people perceive you wrongly, it’s their loss of meeting a gorgeous soul

Some of you inspire me, in your talent, your music, your words, your unique approach to life, your rich experiences, your little stories and life lessons that you share with me..

Some of you showed me immeasurably beautiful, sincere, genuine hearts,

Some of you were there for me in my worst time(s) and experiences,

Some of you got me out of traumas or shocks i faced in my life, you were my “healing” way out

Some of you understood my silence,

Some of you understood my crazy side,

Some of you also inspired me to keep going and stay true to myself,

Some of you i look up to and admire completely,

Some of you are friends of friends of my people, and so you came across my blog and my email threads giving me more purpose to write words that may heal you too because your friends thought my generosity and kindness may be just what you need to choose to live again;

Some of you get me, when my head feels like its up there in the clouds far away from the harsh realities and greediness we sometimes face in this world

You guys are real.

Your influence on me was real.

I know each one of you to the core – ithink 🙂😉

You spice up my life, and

yes, i may only be one human on this planet,

but you rocked my world


I think one person at a time is how we really push for things in this world, in this short life we are blessed to have.


In case no one told you,

YOU are a marvelous piece of my universe, and so , of THIS universe.


What about your people? A shout out to Yours and those ‘inspirations’ among them who you thought about reading this.

All my love,

Oh! I miss you!!


May 23, 2018

(But i chickened out and did not put this out yet until tonight: July 5, 2018)

Dedicated to:

❤️My people on my daily chain of kindness [who receive daily morning emails from me as i share my thoughts on life and living it fully]

❤️You my blogging gems, we have found each other and every like or comment or reaction and word we exchange gives me strength for a whole Lifetime. Besides, starting this blog after my accident [see my very very first October post] kept me sane, going, and helped me achieve my dreams- where i now am personally, professionally, and here as a proud happiest blogger.




My beautiful people, please meet my Rita on my #542 Beirut Marathon #running Team

We had our first chat or little talk on Thursday as we completed our training.

We had total 70min of running to complete.

Follow your passion, or whatever you think you’ll love, always.

I could soo relate because her story, could have been mine if things had not changed for me the way they did to take me to where i am passionate and happy today.

Rita spent 9 years at Deloitte & Touche as Auditor.

She woke up one day, resigned within a month because she felt stuck.

She didn’t feel she was living or liking what she is SO good at.

People, colleagues..they kept asking, who head-hunted you? Tell us, tell us: you have Deloitte, 9 years …

she said, I am done with corporate life.

It took my life away from me.

No, i don’t regret it, but i wasn’t happy anymore.

I lost part of myself being in corporate, doing what i do and how i do it.

3months out today, she went to London, took a “shoe-making” workshop- yes you read right- and today she seeks employment in it here 🙂


She told me,

yes, i think i have the passion for it, i been inquiring and researching more about it here. I think i’ll love it. I want to work in it.


She wants to teach 🙂 she asked me about my experience about it.

She is so #happy she feels it, really, for a first time since the past 9 years.

#mademybadday 🙂

More about our beautiful route that day:

We took a different direction than usual to have some uphill as well;

It was our first scenic route:) , reaching the below Raouche rock by sunset!

It was epic, my first time by that route on foot, and first time i see the scenery from up, overlooking the rock, as follows.

We started on the Corniche: photo 1, up to the road overlooking the Raouche Rock: photo 2:)

If you know a little about Lebanon, you’d know it has lots of green and touristic places in the mountains. But in Beirut, the population is big, green fields or parks are not so common. So, doing this route that night, when i met Rita, really met her story exposed me to the most astounding scenery:)

Truly yours,


Sept.2, 2017 at 11.06am

Ever Lost a Best Friend?


She was a Mariah; a childhood friend. I lost her in grade 6 or 7. We were friends since kindergarten. Today, without knowing, we share a network of people we each met separately through university and workplaces basically. What a small world huh?!

[What about you? Please feel free to type in a relevant name…:) ]

I never thought i would actually talk about this one day … but here i am letting it out cause it has been on my mind, and because I am always truthful in my thoughts to you my people for one simple reason:

I know that deep down, each of us has been there, done that, or dealt with a “moving on” from one phase to another in this life, whether it was a phase or a person.


This has happened such a long time ago when i was like 13 or 14 years old i think, maybe a little younger: I lost my then-called “best friend”, “truly best” friend.

It’s not like i’m traumatized by that, at least not that i’m aware of its effect on me lol, but in the past 2 weeks, she has been popping right in front of me in different places, which got me thinking, and checking out what she’s been up to through social media channels.

We are not friends on fb or on social media, as i recall fb was non-existent when we use to sleep over each other’s etc.

And as it turns out, friends on my platforms have friends who are common friends with her, so it wasn’t such a hard job to find out where she’s been and what she’s been up to.

We go back to kindergarten. We use to hang out with each other all the time. Our parents became friends because we were inseparable . She was really where I would spend most of my time.

She was there when that girl in class was so jealous of me and we use to plot against her haha. She was there when I had my first sense of fashion, and she even got influenced by mine. We also did have that jealousy phase between each other. I use to come tell mom about it and the latter would just sit with me, explain how at our age, we are building our personalities and we do these things, we get jealous, we get irritated at times, but after all, she use to say, you are good friends, that’s what matters most, right?

And i’d just pack up my honest, simple heart, and meet her the next day, hang out as we claimed to our parents we were “studying together”:D

*i smile at the thought of how we’d just hang out and watch teli, or gossip a bit about stuff or what party we’ll be invited to.*

Then, one day out of the blue, been years together, she’s diagnosed with Diabetes. At the time, yes it was treatable and all, but, it was still something that altered your lifestyle, something that would make you think twice about going outdoors to bike or whatever because an injury for a diabetic person is tricky, or dangerous. Not as casual as it is today with all those high-tech, easy to carry, use and measure equipment. Times were different then really on that aspect, even though i am only 27 today, things jump started quite a bit since my teen years.

Back then, it also meant needles, and her responsibility to keep balancing that insulin level, detect hypo-or hyper-glycemia and keep a candy at hand just in cases..I know, no matter what she thought, it was hard on her. I don’t recall us talking about it, or how she dealt with it… for all i know she may have just surpassed it better than i’ll ever know. But, what i seem to remember – which honestly i have no idea why i remember all these details now that i decided to blog about it “shortly”- is that around that same time diabetes came up in her life, we had become a more “open” circle, where more, different friends came into our friendship.. Things were already changing on the friends front at the same time as her diabetes then.

I was feeling uneasy, hurt and cut deep, as now my one on one time, my “own best” friend as we saw it at that age, was preferring to spend more and more time with these new friends. Besides the fact that i was and still am a generous person who invests i others, especially friends, she was everything to me…

but apparently, not so much in hers? She was choosing to spend time with those friends who in my head, did not know her as much as i did. I liked them, but to be completely honest, i kind of knew that we were different, like, i knew, at 13-14 years of age, they were not my tribe, not those i’d entirely click with.

They chased things that did not really tempt me, read or followed news i was not entirely into or even slightly now as i try to recall, but it was fine with me, i could be a good sport and learn a bit more about what interested them.

But god knows how much i tried to play along. I wasn’t annoyed by them, but i just felt they were different. In their hearts, we carried still the same innocence and good up bringing, but in their heads, in our heads:

me and them- things were different, priorities differed, shallowness differed, what we wanted in life differed even at that age… and so, Mariah and I .. we began to drift apart.

It was a slow process, she became more friends with them slowly, then her mom also became friends with their parents who also led quite a different lifestyle than ours at home..

Now, what I draw from that context today is:

Holding a grudge really does nothing but shrink your world in this life you lead.


A few months back, I bumped into her at a beauty salon. I was in a different room, but the corner of my eye caught her. I realised then, i am not someone who carries grudges or who ever aims to carry one against whoever it was.

Since then, look at me, having you people here, my people on my good day email chain, my huge circles here in lebanon to the uk, to canada, south africa, the netherlands.. to around the world where my friend now are.

Life ladies and gents.. leaves no man behind,  NO MAN BEHIND:)

Also, Not all people are meant to stay in your life: today i look at her, her circle of friends, her life, and I just don’t feel i belong there:)

It takes time to accept, but it will come, have some faith!

Like, i bet every one of you has a certain person or group of persons who they think they like, or they think ouh wonder what it would feel like to be part of their group, but then, you realise you wouldn’t be wearing shoes you are comfortable in every single day, or every single night you hang out with them.



I’d love to dedicate this blog post to E., whom i had promised to email yet still did not..and for other reasons she told me about;) Hope this post gives you a breath of fresh air by the time i reply to your email legitimately;)

With all my love,


Apr.27, 2017 at 12.39am

I Have a Friend

[An attempted, simple poem i ventured into, instead of a traditional piece of my longer messages tonight. Hope it conveys virtues you see in friends of yours:) ].

I have a friend.

He is nothing like anyone I knew.

He is bright, vulnerable too

He’s had a broken heart,

.. a heartache I probably will never understand fully or as deeply as he feels it

I have a friend.

He’s had his share of fake friends,

Fake people, empty circles ..

Others who have let him down, big time

He has his weaknesses, trust issues, his thoughts on his last day here

I have a friend.

He has a depth of understanding one cannot but fall in love with

He says everything you do not want to hear.. annoyingly, yes, but only if you didn’t know him

He sees in a situation everything you do not see,

He makes you feel like you want to smash his head at times, oh

He loves arguing, but he’ll make you love it

He’ll make you scratch your brains, push a change of heart

I have a friend.

He cheekily loves being right, duh, who doesn’t?

He imposes himself at times with others,

And you could hate him for that,

Yet, in other times he does not,

If you closely notice it, he leads teams

He takes people with him on the mission, dream, drive,

His enthusiasm reveals a beautiful love to live, one he sometimes does not see cause he’s too busy living it so awesomely:)

But he has lived, felt, seen, experienced,

I have a friend.

He has  been on the dark side,

One I may never fully know a lot or all about,

One that’ll push judgement at times,


The people he trusts..Oh, their well being comes before his own,

Few these are, but lucky and privileged they sure are to have him,

To have his sweetest heart:)

He loves movies, and their jargon(A),

Educates you about them knowing you’ll barely memorize the tips haha,

He lacks a hobby, as like most of us, he lacks the ‘time’

He’s such a good listener,

An attentive sometimes speechless scholar,

I have a friend.

He captivates you with how he balances his words sometimes

He is ambitious, dangerously but beautifully ambitious all at once

He plans, plans, I hadn’t seen anyone who plans as sharply

I have a friend.

Trust worthy as he is,

You open up, little by little

But you think he can’t see that,

He keeps asking for more, to know more

Yet, it seems like he’s giving less? or at status quo, but only in some ways, on some days

In other ways, if you’re sharp enough to spot it,

He gives.. a lot

He is practical, sometimes very realistic it hits you;

I have a friend.

It is said he lost the belief in words and expressed emotions,

Why would he express them, when he did once when it counted the most?

Words can all go away someday, as we have all experienced, sure

Words had betrayed him with an agonizing act,

Years went by, and when no one expected it not even himself, he rose again.

I have a friend.

He attempts at anything more times than any one could imagine,

But sometimes his attempts to seize the future today..trick him,

He forgets to live the Now, to express the now, to love what’s on the table today

I have a friend.

He does not express his feelings a lot,

In fact, he probably rarely does “like you know it”;

When you call him up after a week or two, you scold him

His actions or distancing will push you to do just that, yea!

I have a friend.

He listens, and listens a bit more..

You feel a sincerity emerge through his listening,

You start learning about his respect to you, to your words,

Their weight on his life, their effects on his life, their meaning

Apparently, it’s another nontraditional way he expresses He cares

You speak up, hang up,

You cannot but understand now: this is how He cares

If he trusts you, he offers a lot, actually: everything

I have a friend.

A child’s heart in a grown man’s body, the kindest that is 🙂

His help, simple connections, practical chats, thoughts, solutions, insights

His real alternatives are on the table,

For you to choose from.

I have a friend.

He allows you to start over,

He has his off days, eves, and nights out – but don’t we all sometimes?

You know what? They pass if you admire and respect him enough for what he is today

When you think he’s being distant,

He does not apologize or make you apologize,

I have a friend.

He simply offers you pieces of his world,

For you to use if/when they help you

He has no time limit on those pieces offered,


And then I learned, and I still learn, this is how He cares.


My people,

This was inspired by chats and meetings lately with J. my friend; Remember:

Do not judge someone for not expressing or reacting to things you express

People are not always identical to you in their emotions

Look for alternate ways they use to show you something,

See what if they really try to offer something, in ways they are comfortable:)

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Started March 18, 2017 at 5.27pm;

finalized March 29, 2017 at 1.14am