It’s not fair. It’s not fair that I should barely have time to write. It’s not fair that I should spend hours studying for subjects that I couldn’t care less about simply because I want to hold a diploma in the end. It’s not fair that I can’t express myself in any way, shape, or […]Read more "It’s Really Not a Phase"
When she saw his face for the first time, she swore that her heart had skipped a beat. His dark eyes reflected the bright light in the room that united the two, leaving a crisp contrast in them. His curls swayed ever so gracefully on his forehead with every step that he took. Time seemed […]Read more "Her Beautiful Lie"
I miss the days when things were real. I miss the days when people’s laughs were genuine and when we could believe everything we hear. I miss the days when the only pain we felt was from scraping our legs on the pavement after running for hours. I miss the days when all we had […]Read more "Back When Things Were Real"
It is currently the first month of 2019: the year that I will graduate in; the year that I will finally study what I truly want; the year that I get my driver’s license. This is the year that has so many things in store for me. Why can’t I be excited about that. I’ve […]Read more "My Fallback"
It’s pretty undeniable that we as people love knowledge. We want to constantly learn and develop and grow. That is why we stick our noses in topics that we may or may not know about. We can’t keep what we have learned to ourselves, so we gossip and spread messages that could be false for […]Read more "The Art of Knowing When to Shut Up"
“A silent expresser” I wasn’t the type of kid who would stand up and talk about what bothers me. Instead, I used to bottle them up and release them on a piece of paper. I watched as my heart controlled my hand movement, manoeuvring each stroke delicately to write down a letter. Each collection of […]Read more "How They Almost Killed My Creativity"
Suicide: the word that makes us Lebanese people feel uncomfortable. It’s the word that we refuse to accept. it’s the word that we avoid discussions about. It’s the word that we willingly do not acknowledge because it is considered to be a taboo. Lucky for you, I’m going to be doing all these today. Due […]Read more "(It’s Not) Over"