12 Decembers

The unrevealed sun lights the candle of darkness in my heart, looking through the noises of winds fighting everything. Rain in my summer! life is not life without you; my life will start when this emptiness is dead.

When I think about you, I remember how to turn sadness into happiness; I remember how to see the orange leaves in autumn with green. Only you can clean my window that’s covered with coffin-like ghosts.

December never comes when you're with me... It wears other clothes so I can't see it, it's what you do to me; my pencil will have the wisdom to write irrational words describing the beauty found in you... Skies of blue make my day when a glimpse of you takes me to the next sky, alive and awake.

Roses under the candle light blinds my sight to see your face, the prodigy of our love might be young, but years of love equal days of normality, tranquility escapes from my heart when I hear you’re near.

Violins start playing notes I’ve written without a pen, they start playing on their own, I feel my self breathing every melody, and I see the world in another eye, an eye colored with the color of love.

I don’t feel cold beneath the raining clouds of your perfection, although my sleeves are short, and I’m not carrying an umbrella, I’m feeling wet and happy.

Some might make fun of me being the crazy one I am, but the only thing I hear is your voice when you’re close to me, when your breath is close enough to warm my trembling lungs, when you’re close, I give up every other joy, you is all I have and all I need, your hair and it’s infinite brightness, your soft skin that makes me so afraid to hurt it, your lips framing a smile that can’t be avoided, your touch of grace alights the stars in my sky.

My house is behind, I’ve passed it by when I was living in my new home around you, I don’t care if it’s locked up or not, all I care about is my new home surrounding you, all I care about is my place in our nest next to you, there is nothing to fear. Our love will grow up, like a struggling small river among the cold rocks.

I’m an ember, burning slowly trying to fight to the winds and the tears I’m crying, I know you will stop my tears from killing my core.

Greatest Day

I wanna thank God first, and second all the great people I have surrounding me, the ones who were so happy for me that you can see it in their eyes, my friends you are a blessing, my family I ask God to keep us together close forever, thank you all, it's not the end though, still have another semester, wish me luck, and everyone who had a bad mark, you still have a chance, and it's not the end, you'll never know, it might be for your own good...

PBYRC thank you, Intel, thank you C2C was a great push up, thank you all the great friends at ZENID, Karmel, Zeina D,Zeina Aladdin, Mourad, Suha S., Suha N., Enas, Lama'a, and forgive me if I forgot anyone :)



Family, thank you for your support and countinious care, thank you all.

It's always sunny above the clouds

Glitteriest drops of the sun woke up the only golden apricot tree ever found, a tree with golden leaves, branches and apricots.

The heart of this tree has inhaled happiness since the first day in its life. The happiness was explained by the feeling of gratitude and peace felt when it gave its golden apricots for people, it is the nature of a tree, giving and selfless.

One day, birds woke up the tree in a rush, a look of sadness and disappointment worn the golden face, nothing is left; the greed of people took all the golden apricots and leaves. Sadness had a child and a family when the tree could not cry because of its materialistic nature.

A dream knocked the door in silence, the tree wanted to be alive! The story was told across the world of imagination, no one believed it could happen and everyone thought the tree has lost its sanity.

It seemed like the dream was growing, and it was obvious the tree was not saving any effort. As a result of the stamina and determination it had, the inevitable destiny changed. A parrot carried the news; the tree was given a chance, but two obstacles were left to defeat, the first was a question to answer, the second was a condition.

The question must be answered with a convincing answer, why would a tree of gold step down and be a mortal tree of wood? Everything and everyone gathered to listen to what will be said, and the tree started: "sweetness of life is in the ability to choose good over evil and the right over the wrong, I want to make mistakes because it tastes delicious to repent, it tastes different to rebuild. Sweetness of a limited life is in the limitless giving. I want to cry with tears, I want to laugh with tears. I want to change from a seed to a tree, I want to feel the bitter snow in the winter, the burning yellow in the summer, I want to feel the breeze in the spring and I want to say goodbye to stability in the fall. My immortality showed me everything in this world, and I want to see the other worlds".

Silence shut the mouths of all; no one spoke till the decision was made. Three days of vivid life to achieve the condition. Sun must touch the tree every single day in the year. That was the condition and no body knew how the tree would do it.

It is always sunny above the clouds, the tree had her first breath as a living being, power was given to her to grow high enough to tear the clouds into pieces, the condition was achieved and the question was answered, no obstacles left… life will taste different when you are the tree..

My birthday wish

Photographs painted with the ink of eternity in my mind, photographs which were never taken with a camera. Voices, noises and glimpses recorded in the artistic getaway which we all escape to every while. A room with no walls or ceilings, an inspirational place, our source of strength, memories…

Saved with an outstanding quality that never fades, you can see no blur. Every look and every smile, every hi and each goodbye, all the faces and all the places, every landscape and every word said, all found and saved.

Notes played thousands of times, pictures appearing like the sun bringing a light of warmth to the soul, bringing a smile that lands on the heart causing it to beat harder and loader. Tears summoned with no warning, laughs reaching a further border, healed pains alive again, aching with no real injury.

Eyes dreaming, numbness crawling all over my body, I’m in my bed but I never thought a bed can be a swing of roses coming closer to a screen of memories buried deep in the land of soberness. A priceless blessing, it’s my memory, it’s your memory, everything can be taken away like the color of a green leave, but nothing can take your memories, the memories you had with your beloved ones, the ones you know they will never stop believing in you, the ones you know they wish you every success, the ones you know you can cry on their shoulders.

Memories are priceless, no matter weather they carry pain or happiness, what can’t kill me will make me stronger.

You should have one birthday wish every time, It’s to have your memories saved in a dustless place, and to have the ones in your heart for ever.