ألسنا على حق؟

فهمس على بسؤاله غير المستفهِم:

- يا أبتِ، لا أراك اللهُ سوءًا، ألسنا على حق؟

أجابه الحسين جوابًا معلومًا للسائل:

- بلى، والذى إليه مرجع العباد.

فأضاف على بن الحسين:

- إذن لا نبالى، ونموت مُحِقِّين.

إذن لا نبالى !

~ من كتاب "دم الحسين" لإبراهيم عيسى.

Leave me alone, to envy ..

Listening to POTF - Where to draw the line: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lf1oFZdXMX0

and getting captivated ..

I'm tired and sick of myself, or is it tired of being sick of myself?

"What does tomorrow want from me?"

Well, what does today want?! How about figuring that out first. What do the days, weeks, months, and years want from me?

I'm tired, that is I'm sure of.

I'm envious too. I envy those who firmly believe. Not necessarily believe in things I believe in. Do I even believe?

Leave me alone, to envy . . .

Those who don't believe in a God, and firmly believe they're right.

Those who believe in fiction more than non-fiction, and live their lives delving in novels.

Those who believe in love, and would do the most insane things for its sake.

Those who believe this world can be a better place, and firmly believe they can be a part of that change.

I wish, oh how I wish I had even one thing to *believe* in with all my heart, to live for with all my being, to argue about against the whole world, to not mind dying for, . . .

Leave me alone, to envy . . .

On being human

Our biggest problem is that we're human.

We envy. 
We lie. 
We hate.
We fear.
We get jealous. 
We think about things that we shouldn't be thinking about.

But that's okay ... cuz we're human.

Yet,

We cry.
We sacrifice.
We give.
We love.
We sympathize.
We care.

.. And that's what makes us humane.

بصل .. وجبنة قريش

مشهد وأنا ماشية فى الشارع؛ 

واحدة ست بتبيع بخور أمام مسجد

واحد اسمه محمد ماشى فى نفس الشارع متجه فى عكس اتجاه الست

الست: "يا محمد استنى يا محمد .. قبل ما تروح مشوارك ادخل افطر معاهم جوه المسجد .. دول جايبين فطار انما ايييييه .. بصل وجبنة قريش .. فطار ما يتعوضش"

وقفت كدة وبصيت للست شوية علشان أتأكد إنها مثلا بتتريق أو بتهزر ..

ولكن هو فعلا طلع فطار ميتعوضش .. واستحقار للنفس ما يتوصفش

Death and loss

"Everybody grieves differently."

Savor the Silence

Silence ..

How do you feel about silence? 

Not the kind of silence you'd experience when sitting alone, no.

Sitting in a room full of people, in silence .. not knowing who's going to speak next or what they're going to say.

Silence is golden, they say .. but is it?

How it makes you feel says a lot about the person you are. 

Does it make you feel uncomfortable? 

How uncomfortable? 

Not at all, you'd actually enjoy it?

A bit so you'd pray with all your heart for someone to break it? 

A lot to the extent that you'd do anything to break it? Would you break it with a chuckle? A question? A comment about how awkward this is?

If silence makes you uncomfortable, it's an indication that you're uncomfortable with uncertainty. You *need* structure. You *need* to know what's going to happen next. Not just in this room. In your life. In everything.

Silence is uncomfortable, yes .. but next time try savoring it, instead of worrying about who's going to break it. Uncertainty is not that scary after all. Life goes on.

~ A reflection from group therapy.

The bump

The street he lived on, there was a bump half way through it, that he could see it from his bedroom balcony. He thought it stood there very clearly, no one can miss it.

Lately, he's been spending quite sometime in the balcony, and noticed something different. Some cars would see the clear bump, yes, slow down, pass it safely, and drive ahead. However, other cars would miss seeing it, and he'd hear a loud braking noise, and sometimes the driver's cursing words.

It was the same bump .. just standing there .. waiting to be noticed.