A message of hope: Fly

A message of hope: Fly


You’re flying.

When a new born bird attempts to fly, it struggles.

It falls of trees branches and buildings and heights.


It’s the course of nature.

It even starves to death if it weren’t for their mums “sometimes” who feed them

…until they have the instinct,

That you have come to have, now, today.


But when the bird grows

And learns how to fly,

It stops seeing that it is actually “flying”, soaring..

Because it has become such a mechanical process

And, because it can’t see itself from down there,

It can only see from where it is standing.


You’re flying. Your website. This core empire you are building.

Hassan [Insert your name here], you are flying.

I feel it,

I see it.

I even have the greater vision.

And i couldn’t be prouder or more motivated by you.


I shared these words with a friend of mine, among you my super people, was feeling down.

His  gratefulness touched me so deep, hence i just found out it got out here somehow for you guys!

Oh, I replaced some of my original Arabic terms to English ones, remaining true to my message really:

To every one of you here out here:

You are already there.

Them hurdles, they are temporary.

Believe in your dream, vision, choices, and decisions.

Adapt as you go, but you were meant to chase them. Cause they are part of YOU, YOU.


Like every other day

Like every other day

The day will end

Like every other day.

If you woke up fed,

Up with being under-recognized

And albeit patronized

By the prospects of losing your job or position..

Or if you were in transition,

With your mind hesitating to sign a petition,

Asking for this or that,

Yet scared to really act

.. Fear of change in a pact

You once struck with the devil,

In return for a sense of security,

In a messed up society.

You seem to have sold your dignity,

Your hopes and dreams that touched the skies,

The same that once had nowhere to hide..

The day will end

like every other day.

And you will soon realize,

Every day is like a petal

..of a rose sitting in a prose.

So write your book.

Get off that hook,

and over the way you look

Cause it’s your soul that shall be remembered..

On this day, like on any other day.


Started: May 14, 2018

Completed: July 5, 2018

Online: a day or two later [better late than never;) ]



They clicked.

On different levels of knowledge,

Life and death their common college..


They clicked.


..And their level of chemistry,

Was beyond any corporate synergy.

That energy..!


He would ask her company

On other days he would refuel,

While she didn’t quite get..

For him it wasn’t about being cool

Yet on some days she would feel like a fool.


They clicked.


At matters of the heart

They sometimes felt worlds apart,

Perhaps his few extra years

Had carried a pool of tears

From a heartbreak shaped like a pear

Or perhaps..

Perhaps it was all just an act

To be compact,

But deep down intact.


They clicked.




Started: unknown date (sometime after June 3, 2018)

Completed and Drafted: July 5, 2018



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.

Move Forward

Move Forward

From across the table

He sat with big eyes

… eager to hear about the big guys,

Who currently made her life.


Move forward?

He knew her to pieces,

And in small leases,

He helped finance her life,

…In kind!


Move forward, he said.


With friendship, balance, weirdness.

Clumsiness. Intelligence. Street-smart. Clearness.

Truth. Spontaneity. Simplicity. Genuine-ss, but also in disguise when need be.

What’s Move Forward?

He uses so little words,

That pull her away from the herds,

And more into her inner world..,

When her thoughts sit sometimes curled,

And so her vision (wittiness) ends up blurred,

Losing her balance.


Move forward.

In life, he whispered

“All things” move forward!

And we grow outward,

Exploring weird things, good things, new things,

…Having fun!

Life always moves forward.

Truly yours,



Inspired: June 3, 2018

Published: June 10, 2018 at 10.32pm and June 12 2018 at 7.01am

Words Unsaid

Words Unsaid

[My brother left for Africa on May 30, 2018. This was inspired by all I felt, how my heart was not at ease at first, how it happened so quickly and a lot was left unsaid. Words are my refuge, I hope you find yours with mine too.]


Since I heard of the news,

He became my muse…

Countless words were scribbled,

Filling page after page,

But tonight, I’m in a silent rage.

With him, I only always giggled. Spoiled.

He my prince, and I his posh British figurine,

my lady how do you do” he would tease

…the time I spent in the country of The Queen!

Carrying my long red dress,

On a night that was our best memory. Queen!

It’s effortless..with him. Safe.Loved.Protected. So Graceful.


Words Unsaid.


So much to say,

Prayers fell like an avalanche.

On the tip of that hill,

Stood she – ready to kill

…every bad dream,

Whatever is not green,

And every disoriented goal

..was abducted and by the pole

Stood in humility.


Words Unsaid.


I stumbled over my own words.

Every time I knocked his door,

Like a wave rejected by the shore,

It was never the right time.

To put it all out, all my heart and thought.

They all went..to the “later” pot.

The later that never came..

By the time he was on that plane.


The Words were left unsaid.


On the side, just like the tide,

Her soul was yearning,

Like an empty stomach churning,

Yearning to get his attention

Even if he forgot to mention

…he was leaving in less than a week.


Words Unsaid.


And when she tried to take a peak,

It was already too late for a tweet,

On…how she was going to miss him!


…maybe they viewed life so differently.

Even though she been to the other side

And lived the dangerous inherently,

She couldn’t make him see,

What the world can teach,

When the health is breached.


Words Unsaid.


But life..is learned.

One experience at a time.

No matter how you love,

Just like a dove.

He’s also got two wings, to soar

To soar in his own sky.

Feeling the closing rope finally die.


She still worried though,

The sense of responsibility he always carried

So differently. So differently.


Words unsaid.


She takes a walk by the sea

Hoping it would help her see

That life changes every day;

Like soldiers of clay.

Every decision we slay,

Taking the action if we may…

May leave words unsaid…

In the month of May,

Which reminded her …

She once said,

Come what may! I been through the worst and

Made it like no prey!

LIFE…come what may!”


She took a walk by the open water.

Transported by its vastness..

It made her see:

Life is full of glee.

Sad at heart, you can sometimes Be,

But never ever think you are free..

To unpack there where there’s no spree.



Love you to pieces,


May 30, 2018.

Words unsaid




🛣I looked at the world from the streets last night and felt like something big is missing.

🚍What if we were living forward bulldozing through life instead of outward growing through others sharing feelings, talent, love, kindness, passions, compassion, hobbies, experiences?

📽Why do we walk, run, or drive past each other not blinking twice, not saying a mere “hi” that might just make us see that:

🤸🏻‍♀️we aren’t actually the only ones who had a bad day, month or week;

🏋🏼‍♂️not the only ones with financial and mental health problems;

👦🏽👧🏽or the only ones who lost a parent or a sibling or a leg or a lover or a golden opportunity to start over?

⛱Why do we resort to impatience over patience, racism over tolerance, judging on labels of religion or nationality or gossips over soul and actions that speak for themselves?

🌹What if the big thing missing was me/you living to Give more and Do more, for others we meet- no expectation for a reward moral or material.

🗣Why are we wired to refrain or abstain from sharing, opening up, caring, loving, being kind, smiling… and all things that we know make us feel Good, and instead we run away, far, close doors, build higher walls?

🕵🏼‍♀️.. is It really Fear of getting hurt or pain or of breaking or being deceived? so, Why then would we almost always opt for “staying alive” when things go wrong or when we almost lose our chance to live as we “rush” to tick things off our bucket list feeling i needed more time to make things right.

🕺🏼Isn’t it part of being a “human” to live on all extremities and edges, to know what is pain, losing, heart breaking, starting over, being tricked or cheated, used, and hurt…

👑And, we do take alllll of these risks knowing that we shall touch the surface of what “Real love” or real caring feels like, or touch what kindness as a lifestyle looks like as someone extends it every 1 day of our existence!

🕶Don’t we take all these risks in return for the feeling of spending an extra night with someone we lost or someone ill?

🦋Arent we okay with taking these risks if it means feeling alive, getting a second chance at living life at large, like we never did until we hit that low or that loss or challenge in life ?

🐠I think i found it:

we need to be kinder and show it, accepting that if each of us was so, none will abuse as much or hate as much or feel as greedy as we all Do Today sometimes because we feel “threatened” by what the other may snatch away from us.

❤️The world was missing more “giving” and less snatching, more love and less fears of losing or dreading pain or error.

🧚🏼‍♀️Look around you, we all have family or friends who survived a traumatic incident story or relationship. Sometimes yes, things get out of hand and some people give up On life,


🥤Life goes on and most of us who have lost someone have also gained 10 others who were fighters and survivors against all Challenges life threw.

🤝Human nature fights for its survival. What do we little people then have to fear when nothing we are given is bigger than us to face- nothing, and that is a personal lesson i learned in all the hard yet beautiful ways.


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