Thursday, May 24, 2012

خليك ف حياتك

فيه حاجة بقت بتحيرني قوي فالناس اليومين دول، ومن كتر الحيرة بدأت توصل للإستفزاز. كل واحد فينا بقي بيحب يعيش حياة الناس اللي حواليه أكتر مابيعيش حياته هو شخصياً. وده غالباً بيبقي لسببين مالهمش تالت.

أولاً، تقريباً بيبقي بسبب إننا خلاص حلينا مشاكلنا كلها اللي ف حياتنا إحنا وعملنا كل اللي نفسنا فيه خلاص لدرجة إننا زهقنا من حياتنا بقي وعايزين نعيش حياة غيرنا، عشان ناخذ خبرة أكتر مثلاً أو حاجة. ده سبب، وده أشك إن أي حد ممكن يوصله بس ماشي. تاني سبب بقي هو إننا بقينا قرفانين من حياتنا الشخصية ومش عارفين نعيشها إزاي بالضبط فقررنا نسيبها لحد غيرنا مثلاً يبقي يجي يتصرف فيها ونروح بقي إحنا ندورلنا علي حياة حد تاني نعيشها، ومش لازم الحد ده يكون موافق أصلاً، هو إحنا كده كده خلاص هنعيشها، ماهو مش قدمنا حل تاني. تصدقوا كمان ممكن يبقي فيه نوع تالت! بني آدم عجباه حياته بس ف نفس الوقت عجباه حياة غيره، فقرر بقي يعيشهم هما الإتنين سوا، كنوع من الرفاهية مثلاً. وده فالغالب بني آدم بتكون حياته فاضية أصلاً فابيسلي وقته بس فنفس الوقت مش عايز يسيب حياته لحد تاني برضه.

ف أي حالة من الحالات ديه، الموضوع بيبقي مستفز قوي. خصوصاً لو حد زيي كده حياته ماليانة مثلاً بس مش بيحب يكون فيه حد عارف كـــل حاجة عنه. مش عشان حاجة، عشان بس ديه حياته هو ويمكن هو نِفسه يعيشها كلها براحته من غير تدخلات. بس التدخلات بتيجي برضه مفيش مفر منها.

أول نوع من التدخلات ديه، بني أدم عايز يعرف كل خطوة عن حياتك ويعيشها معاك، صحيت امتي، عملت ايه بالضبط أول ماصحيت، ذاكرت والا لأ، طب لو اه كام صفحة، اتغديت أنواع أكل ايه بالتفصيل، غسلت سنتك اللي فوق تاني واحدة علي اليمين كام مرة بالضبط، عطست كام مرة ونفيت بمانديل نوعه ايه، وانت داخل تنام هتتغطي بملاية ألوانها ايه وطولها كام متر وناوي تحلم بإيه كمان. أي تفصيلة صغيرة ممكن تتسئل هيسألوك عنها من غير تردد ومن غير أي شعور بالتدخل إطلاقاً. فيه ناس بتعتبر ده مثلاً اهتمام زيادة يعني وانهم كدة مهتمين بيك وكارمينك يعني. بس المفاجأة إن النوع ده من الصداقة بيبقي أسوء نوع، لبعض الناس، مابقولش كلهم. حد زيي مثلاً مش هيبقي حاسس براحة خالص طول ماهو حاسس إنه متراقب كده وفيه حد معاه كل تفصيلة فحياته. أصل كل حاجة وليها حدها يعني برضه، واللي بيزيد عن حده، بيتقلب ضده. وغالباً النوع ده من الناس إحتمال تكون حياتهم مملة قوي فقرروا يعيشوا حياة تانية بس الفكرة إنهم كده مش بعيشوها برضه، هما كده بيعرفوا عنها بس، والحد اللي حياته هي ديه هو اللي فالأخر بيعيشها. مش عارفة ده نوع مالفراغ والا ايه طيب؟

تاني نوع بقي، مش بيبقي عايز يعرف تفاصيل حياتك زي النوع اللي فوق ده، لأ ده بقي بيبقي عايز يدخل جوة دماغك يعرف بتفكر فإيه بالضبط وإيه أسرارك مثلاً اللي إنت ممكن تكون مخبيها عنه. أنا فشلت ف إني أعرف إيه سبب وجود النوع ده، فيه منهم مابيشركوكش حياتهم أصلاً والا أفكارهم وكده، بس بيبقوا عايزين يعرفوا أفكارك إنت، بالعافية كده. منهم ناس بيقوا ممكن قريبين منك بس مش بإختيارك، ف بيحسوا إن ده مثلاً حقهم إنهم يعرفوا كل الحاجات ديه عنك وعشان لو هتحط نفسك ف مشكلة يلحقوك، علي أساس إن انت معاندكش رأي يعني ولسه عايل مش هاتعرف تتصرف. وده ساعات بيكون نوع أسوء من اللي فات. واه بقي لو النوعين دول موجودين سوا ف بني آدم واحد، بتبقي قـاتـلـة. أنا اللي ساعات باستغربلوا هو ليه الناس ديه بيفضلوا ينخوروا ورايا كده بالعافية عشان يعرفوا حاجات ممكن لو هما بقوا ف حالهم شوية، أقولهلم أنا بنفسي. ليه الإصرار علي معرفة حاجات أنا مش عايزة أطلعها؟

أحلي نوع أصحاب وبني آدمين فالدنيا هما اللي يسيبوك تحكيلهم اللي انت عايزه وقت ماتحب. ويبقوا صحابك قوي بس مش شرط عارفين كل تفصيلة عن حياتك، عارفين بس اللي انت حابب تقولوا. فيها ايه لو بقينا كلنا كده؟ ومحدش يضايق لما صاحبه أو حد قريب منه مايحكيلوش حاجة معينة، مش عشان حاجة غير إنه بس مش حاسس إنه عايز يحكيها.

أكتر حاجة بكرها ف حياتي هي إن حد يبقي عارف كل ده عني و عارف إني هحكيله وقت ماحب بس يفضل يفرض نفسه علي حياتي بحجة "الإهتمام".

أنا مش عارفة الكلام اللي فرق ده كله له علاقة ببعضه أصلاً والا لأ بس أنا فعلاً مش لاقية سبب تاني للتدخلات ديه غير إن الناس مبقاش عندها حياة فقرروا يقرفونا معاهم. محدش قال خالص برضه إن أنا حياتي ديه كلها تحفة يعني وهادفة ومشغولة وكده، بس عمري ماهبقي عايزة أعرف حاجة عن حد هو مش عايز يقولهالي.

يارب كل واحد يخليه ف حياته هو بس ويدي للناس التانية مسافة تعيش حياتهم بحرية شوية. يارب ارحمنا من الفضول.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Spontaneity

You know what I love the most about my life? The randomness. I've met so many of my favourite friends in the weirdest ways ever. I've been to certain places, that changed my whole life, by total chance. Everything, absolutely everything, about my life was random. I know God has planned it all, but I can say I totally love how my life is perfectly, randomly planned.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Our beauty lies within our differences

People are confusing creatures, and out of all those people, I confuse myself the most.


I know I’m such an emotional person, I keep telling people how much I love them when I truly do, I can somehow feel what words people would need to hear, and try to say them. I write very long replies when I know it would mean a lot to people. And at the end, I'm surrounded by so many unemotional people, and they probably don't even realize it.

When I write long replies, I expect to get long ones in return, but I never do. When I support someone or even just listen to them, I expect to, at least, feel appreciated, but that sometimes goes unnoticed. I know a lot of those people do not do that on purpose, it's just their personalities, they express themselves in ways other than I do. I've always thought I needed to change that about myself. I thought being overemotional in an environment where most people lack emotions, was wrong. I tried changing that, I would start giving shorter replies, start noticing how people act and try to act like them, just to be able to deal with them. But at the end I would know there was something wrong. I would always feel uncomfortable, within. This was so not myself, I was trying to be someone I'm not, just to be like everybody else. Which is the most stupid thing, ever.

I stopped for a second and thought, why would I be the one changing myself for people? Why wouldn't they be the ones increasing their emotional skills or something? Then I thought, why would any of us even change themselves for the other? The two sides have different personalities, experiences, and concepts. We only deal with people through ways that makes us most comfortable, and if any one tried changing one thing about themselves, they'll be uncomfortable and they'll never feel true about themselves anymore, for they're constantly pretending to be someone they're not.

I express myself better through words, through plenty of words, and if I ever stop that, I'd lose a meaning of life. I won't even fit in that other group, cuz I don't even know how to do that. It's just not me. And on the other hand, unemotional people would still never feel better if they ever joined the other side.

Everyone is unique in their own way, and if we keep trying to reduce our differences to be able to deal with others, this world will just be a very, very boring place.

I'm proud of being such a detailed, talkative, and emotional person. Cuz that's what defines me. This is who I am. And this is something that should never change for the sake of people.

الحمد لله

Sunday, April 29, 2012

أول خطوة ف السلِم

أنا مش عارفة أنا عايزة أكتب ايه بس الاحساس اللي أنا حاساه جوايا دلوقتي لازم يطلع بطريقةٍ ما.

من صُغري وأنا عندي حلم كبير، وزي أي حلم، لازم أشتغل علشانه، ماينفعش أفضل أحلم بيه من غير ما أكون فعلاً باتعب عشان أوصله. وعشان الحلم ده يتحقق، فيه كذا حاجة لازم تتعمل قبله. وعشان أعمل الحاجات التانية ديه لازم أخذ كل خطوة ف وقتها، بالراحة، وبإتقان. أنا دلوقتي تقريباً فأول خطوة، بس اكتشفت إن الموضوع فعلاً متعب قوي، وعشان بس أحقق أول خطوة هكون تقريباً استنزفت طاقتي كلها، ومش واثقة إن بعد كل ده هاعرف أكمل. مش واثقة اني هلاقي الطاقة اللي تخليني أكمل، أو مش واثقة إن الخطوة اللي جاية هتبقي زي ما أنا مُتخيلاها فدماغي، وهي غالباً مش هتبقي كده.

بس الفكرة ف دلوقتي، الإحساس اللي أنا حاساه دلوقتي غريب، قوي. حاسة كأني طلعة سلم طوييل، والسلالم بتاعته كبيرة قوي، كل سلِمة أدي مرتين مثلاً. وأنا لازم أطلع السلم ده كله لو عايزة أحقق حلمي. بس طلوع السلم ده فعلاً هياخذ وقت. فأنا لازم أختار بين إني أطلعه، أو أنسي حلمي وخليني ماشية فوسط الطريق وخلاص، تايهة، وعلاطول ندمانة إني سبت السلم.

أنا قلت لكل الناس إني ناوية أطلع السلم، فيه ناس فرحوا قوي بيّا، وفيه ناس ضحكوا قوي عليّا. مش عارفة أنا ليه قلت للناس؟ جايز عشان أشوف الانبهار فعنيهم فأتشجع؟ بس أنا كده بشوف انبهار، واحتفل بفرحة، حاجة مش موجودة أصلاً. والا جايز قولتلهم عشان لما مايصدقونيش، يبقي دافع ليّا إني أكمِّل وأثبتلهم إني أقدر؟ فكِلا الحالتين، أنا لسه حلمي بيكبر معايا كل يوم، ومش ناوية أتخلي عنه إن شاء الله، غير لما أحاول كل المحاولات الممكنة وأفشل، عشان ساعتها أبقي حاسة إني عملت كل اللي في وسعي، بس السلالم هي اللي كانت مكسورة، ف أسيب تجربتي دي، يستفيد منها حد، لحد ما السلالم تتصلح. ولو إني نفسي أنا اللي أصلحها بنفسي كمان. 

الاحساس بقي اللي أنا حاساه دلوقتي غريب. أنا عند أول سلِمة من السلالم الكبييرة ديه، ورَفعة رجلي اليمين جامد قوي قوي. بس لسه مش عارفة أحُطَّها علي السلِمة التانية، والا عارفة أنزلها تاني للسلِمة الأولي وأحاول تاني. وضع مؤلم قوي. بس رجلي عمَّالة كل شوية تتحرك سِنه صغيرة قوي، بس ببتحرك. ومحتاجة بس إنها توصل للسلِمة التانية علشان تشد رجلي الشمال معاها، وتطلع تقف فوق.

الوضع مؤلم قوي، وأنا بدل ماركز إزاي أساعد نفسي عشان أطلع، عمالة بافكر فالحاجات اللي إحتمال أشوفها وأنا عالسلِمة التانية. دماغي مشغولة بتفكر فحاجة، لو استنيت شوية هتيجي لوحدها، وهتبقي أحلي من خيالي. ورجلي بدأت توجعني من كتر ماهي متعلقة. فيه ناس تحت واقفين يقولولي هانت ويشجعوني، وفيه ناس زهقت من كتر ماشجعتني وأنا مش باتحرك من مكاني. وفيه بقي ناس فاقدة الأمل فيّا من ساعة ما كنت عالأرض، ناس مابتعرفش تحلم. فيه كمان ناس واقفين عالسلِمة التانية ديه، قاعدين يحكولي عنها ويقولولي أشد حيلي عشان أوصللها، وغيرهم بيقولولي مستعجلة علي ايه خليكي. فيه ناس زهقت مني ونِفسها إني أطلع بس عشان هي شايلة مسؤليتي فالسلِمة اللي تحت ديه.

وأنا واقفة بين كل دول، رجلي بدأت توجعني، بس اللي مصبرني إني لما أطلع فوق هاستريح. أكيد هاستريح، معقول أول خطوة من حلمي تتعبني؟ ماهي تعبتني فعلاً، بس الأوقات الحلوة اللي قضتها عليها هي اللي بتهون، وعارفة إني هاقضي أوقات أحلي فوق كمان، بس أطلع بس. المشكلة برضه إني مش راضية أبُص علي السلِمة اللي أنا واقفة فيها دلوقتي واستمتع بأخر لحظاتي، وعارفة إن الوقت ده هايوحشني قوي. بس أعمل ايه، الوجع قتلني، مش مخليني مستحملة أستمتع بحاجة. ونفسي أطلع فوق بقي. نفسي أطلع فوق. يارب لما أطلع فوق، ماتمناش إني كنت طلعت سلم تاني. يارب يكون ده السلم اللي أنا عايزاه فعلاً. يارب الوجع يجي بفايدة. يارب صبرني عالوجع ده.

ربنا يستر، ربنا كبير :)

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

A Feeling to Remember

I hate how I wanted to get back to writing that much, but I'm having absolutely no time for that. My head is already too crowded and I badly need to get some stuff out, but oh well, that's just life.

Anyway, I just came here to write how I feel right now. I think I would want to remember this later. Prom is tomorrow.. In like, 18 hours. And I have never felt that proud in my whole life. I actually don't feel I'm going to miss anything, and some people who are already going, don't seem excited either. I've heard too many stories about what people thought of the ones who decided not to go, and a lot of people tried to convince me to change my mind, but holding on to what I believe in, was all I could do. It actually wasn't hard.

You know when you feel God's patting you on your shoulder, telling you to hang on, and strongly supporting you? I've witnessed that feeling through the last couple of days and it actually feels... I can't even describe it, I'm just so happy! He even found me another party to go, but even better! Hamza Namira is my all-time favourite artist and I haven't missed any concert of his before! Surprisingly, he's having a concert on the same exact day, at the same exact time. It's like God knows exactly what I'll need. Hamza totally gets me out of whatever mood I'm in, so just the thought of God sending that to me, is.. Amazing.

I've just went through my Twitter profile and I've noticed there were a lot of prom-related tweets, which is not really good. I don't think I should care that much. I mean I have what's even better, why should I keep thinking about it?

A friend of mine, who's very much like me, isn't going too, and we've deciding we're going to the concert together in-sha'Allah.

I feel so proud, because I did not go with the flow, and I actually did what many of them wanted to do but feared what people would say. And I feel so happy, for the closeness I feel with God, and I love Him so much. Though I haven't been that good for the last few days, but what He's getting me through now is totally putting me on the right track once again. Just one year ago, I know I wouldn't have been thinking that way, so I'm thankful for the person God made me today.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The Prom's Nightmare

We've sadly reached a point where people care mostly about appearances more than anything else, and just keep on misjudging each other. I can say I've always been misjudged through my whole life for being somehow close-minded, or as they say "مُعقدة". People have this weird idea in mind, that whoever tries getting close to God or have some kind of "مبادئ", then they're close-minded and don't know anything about fun. They never actually get the real idea of religion. I'm not even that religious myself, but religion is totally different from how they all think of it.


I've always been doubting myself, and I've always thought it was my responsibility to let people understand that religion is just not what they think of it. I cared too much about being misjudged - by people I don't even know. Until just this year. I realized that whatever you do, people will keep on judging you, and that there are way more important things in life than caring about what people think of you. What if people, that I don't even know, thought I was close-minded? Would that even change a thing about my life? Trying to prove to people something about yourself that they misunderstand, is one of the most useless things anyone could ever do. They'll never change their opinions anyway, so you might as well just have fun being yourself instead of thinking about each and every action you do, fearing you'll be misjudged for it. People actually don't really care that much about you anyway.


So, I'm glad I've reached this stage by now, cuz this year everyone at my school is kind of obsessed with the whole prom thing and I don't really care that much. I'm kind of an introvert, so parties just aren't my thing, but I know I'll be misjudged for that. I've decided I'm not going to the prom a very long time ago, but I've always wondered how I'd be able to tell people about that. I gave it much more thought than anyone could ever imagine, and I actually can't believe I was that unconfident.


I have my own reasons. First of all, I'm not really attached to my colleagues this year, and I've seen a couple of photos for birthday parties that were held this year and I've always felt thankful I weren't among them. Prom is even going to be worse than those pictures. Boys at our school aren't really that respectable, so I'm not really happy about being with them in the same place. Not to mention the dresses obsession, and how they've all gone crazy wanting so bad to get a title. These two points have so much to reflect on, but let's just get done with the rest of the reasons first. It all started with me not liking the people at school this year, and it does really end with religion, but I don't really want to discuss that cuz of the "مُعقدة" thing. I'm proud though of being added to that category, as long as I know I'm doing something right. But it's not just about religion anyway.

Moving on to the dresses part, it just kills me. I don't mind people wearing whatever they want, but the obsession itself is what drives me crazy. I know a lot of people who have been thinking about that since like, SEPTEMBER! And the prom's in April!! Why would anyone give it THAT much thought? I'm kind of always drawn away from things that obsess people. Whenever there's too much of something, I just start disliking it. And that's why I'm actually writing about this, and giving it that much thought. The obsession. So, getting back to the dresses part, I have something more to add. Before deciding I'm going to directly tell people I'm not going, I've been asked a couple of times; "What are you going to wear?". My reply would always be "I have that dress that I wore for my sister's engagement, I guess I'll just wear it.", and you'd never imagine the looks of shock I'd always see on their faces. I don't get this, seriously! Aren't I supposed to wear something that looks nice and I'd just feel comfortable in? WHY do they give THAT MUCH thought about appearances. I don't really get why people find it offensive to wear something they've already worn, twice. Or even more! I don't get the idea. I personally know people who buy new dresses -or whatever outfit they need- for every single event they attend, and then they don't wear them again! Why? Because; "what would people say about me? I can't afford to buy clothes?", or whatever excuse they have, but it always involves "people saying". This is something I probably won't ever understand, thinking that much about clothes. To be honest, I used to give attention to what I wear, in the past. Cuz as I've already mentioned, I thought it was my responsibility to present islam. And I thought part of it was through clothes "obsession". I took care not to repeat outfits a lot so that Muslims wouldn't be judged for that. But thank God, I'm now a normal person!


A person should never be judged according to what they wear, and I strongly believe that people who judge that way, have some kind of issues. I used to have issues before, yes. But coming to really think about it, people do not deserve to take that huge part of my mind, I've more important things to stuff my mind with. Not to mention that we live in the same country with people who can't even afford to buy that one outfit. هنتحاسب عالكلام ده.


The Prom titles part is totally a different story. I've heard so much stories about people who "wanted" to get for example the "Funniest" title. How do you actually get to "want" to be something? Re-think about that previous question again. How do you "want" to be something? Don't you already have your own personality? And if you're actually something, people will vote for you eventually, without you "wanting"? I know these days the "cool gang" just organize the votes to take them all but that is just no excuse for "wanting" to be something. No seriously, the idea of this "wanting" thing is causing a HOLE in my head! The cool gang are also weird. They unethically give themselves titles for, again, something they're NOT. Isn't that some kind of having issues, or am I the weird person over here?! The amount of stories I've heard about the whole titles thing, is C.R.A.Z.Y.


This is exactly why I do not want to go. With all what I've mentioned, how on Earth am I going to have fun with people with such a mentality? Even if my reasons do not make sense for people, they do for me. I honestly don't like how people keep convincing me to come. I mean, I don't convince any of you not to go, why wouldn't you do the same? I totally have nothing against people who're going, my own best friends are going and I don't mind at all. They respect my decision and in return, I should respect theirs as well.


I don't even mind being judged as a person who doesn't know how to have fun. Cuz one thing I'm sure of is; the meaning of "fun" totally differs from one person to another. And prom to me is no where near what fun is. 

Sunday, March 18, 2012

7amdella 3al Salama ya ANA!


I haven't written anything in SO long and I totally hate that! This year has been a total mess but that just shouldn't stop me from doing one of the few things that I truly enjoy in life. It's not like I'm spending my days and nights studying. I just have classes almost everyday, I've very little time to spend with myself and I started losing interest in almost everything. My free time is usually limited within the 140 Twitter characters, that I actually forgot how it's like to sit down and pour out all my thoughts on paper. I even stopped writing diary! So sad I know.
Anyways, so, I've recently joined this awesome magazine project with some awesome people. I attended the first meeting yesterday and they filled me with so much positive energy. That's why I decided to get back to writing. I miss the feeling of writing whatever I feel, just getting everything out! And being the quiet person I am, writing has always been the solution to everything in my life. So you can imagine how it's like to stop writing! My head's constantly been in a mess those past few months and I've been wondering why. I checked some of my writings yesterday and felt like crying. I was able to express every tiny thing I felt, through writing. I do not really want to lose this skill, so I'm getting back to writing on this blog. I've always thought of a blog as a place where I'd post articles and stuff to inspire people, but no, I'm going to use this as my own diary. Screw people. They've so many other ways to get inspired through, but I just need to free my mind over here, and I just don't care, even a bit, about whoever would read this and judge me. I'M HUNGRY FOR WRITING! Have you ever heard about this kind of Hunger? Yes, it's just what I feel. And I could keep writing like that until forever!
Writing is truly a blessing.