Friday, March 27, 2015

Dear 26

Dear 26,

By now I hoped we would have established a strong friendship. I thought you will take the time to warn me about what was going to happen since my last letter. I wasn't sure how you would tell me, but I some how thought you will be creative enough to show up in a dream or might appear in the form of an omen. Since my last letter, it rained bad news and I had no umbrella to protect me from the acidic feeling it brought with it. The news left a burning feeling on my skin and mind, I'm surprised there are no blisters. 

I try not to blame you a lot for not warning me, I'm sure you're busy living the settled life I associate with you. I just hope, in one of your perfect days, you'd find the time to sit in a coffee shop or in your home office and write a letter to me telling me the things I shouldn't worry about. Notes to your loving 22 year old self.

I still believe in you,

Monday, March 23, 2015

From Heaven

She was in my dreams last night, looking more beautiful than I ever remember her to be. Walking down the stairs, she was wearing a beautiful gold and green omani dress, the colours I associate with heaven. She was glowing and her wrinkles smoothed out, looking beautifully young. She smelt of oud and jasmines, my favourite. A gold head piece decorated the forehead I miss kissing. We were all happy to see her and she spoke words that made me wake up happy and with a smile, "I'm waiting for you". 

Saturday, February 14, 2015

5 extra minutes of sleep, please!

I woke up today with just the right amount of sleep
Got the chance to leave bed without the 5 extra minutes of sleep
Walked to the window and pulled the curtains aside
Opened the window just in time for that morning breeze to tickle my hair
I pulled my hair in a bun and walked to the bathroom
My breakfast is waiting. Scrambled eggs, sautéed mushrooms & lots of beans
On the side sits a white mug filled with perfectly brewed coffee
Acting like a scented candle, waiting to be sipped.
One sip, two sips, place the mug down
Grab that book to read

"Good morning!"

It's 7:00 am, the alarm goes off.
"5 extra minutes of sleep, please!"

Tuesday, December 02, 2014

The Path I Lead

As far as my eyesight could show me, on the right is a huge plot of land. There is a path, beautifully paved in the middle. There are flowers growing on both sides; peonies, tulips and I think I could smell jasmines. Behind the little fence of flowers is greenery like you’ve never seen before. That perfect shade of green, not too bright and not dull. The sun is shining and the clouds, I could imagine, are shaped like arrows pointing towards the end of the path which I can’t see. Birds come chirping above my head and flying towards the the same direction, as if they’re trying to tell me to follow. I stand on my tiptoes trying to get a glimpse of what lies ahead, but I can’t. I can’t see where the path leads to and I’m not a fan of surprises. I stand there contemplating whether I want to follow the clouds and the birds. 

As far as my eyesight could show me, on the left is a plot of land. Not paved, no flowers and no greenery. A few meters ahead, I could see an arch and behind it walls, so high and dusty. I step aside to look through the arch. I could see tight allies, rusty doors and broken windows. The place seems abandoned, and for all I know, haunted as well. I take a few steps forward. It smells funny in here, is it a dead rat or mould? Maybe both? I take a few steps more. I don’t think it’s an appropriate time, but I pull out my phone and take a few pictures. Photogenic, I could take pictures of this place all day. Where is this place taking me? I said I hate surprises. I continue to walk through. I see stairs and look up, it’s a very high tower. I run up the stairs, two at a time. 2, 4, 6, 8…120, 122, 124, 126. I’m tired. I deserve a break. 5 minutes later, 128, 130… 300. I’m up. I could see further than I thought I could. I look around as far as my eyesight could show me.


I’m confused.

Both paths meet.

I took the harder one.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

I Refuse To Be Insulted!

The greatest insult to me, one that I can never forgive or forget, is choosing/judging me based on how pretty I am, who my parents are and my grandfather. It's beyond insulting to forget who I am as a person and just focusing on things related to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of my mother, father and grandfather. They deserve your and my respect for the things they have done. They made a name for themselves with actions rather than words. But their story is not my story, unless you're praising the way they raised me. And my face? I haven't chosen it.

I am a well educated girl, a sum of the things I have learned and reports I have collected. I have a BSc in Genetics and an IB diploma. I completed the IGCSE. I have every report since KG and every certificate for every extracurricular activity I have done. My looks, parents and grandfather didn't do it for me.

I am the sum of the experiences I've been through, whether it was a success or a fail. I volunteered in Oman and abroad. I joined a 6 week volunteering internship in Norway that I am really proud of. I got a first place award in shooting. I was a student representative, a peer mentor and a student ambassador. I helped plan events. I travelled to a few countries and visited a lot of museums. I studied abroad, lived alone for 4 years.

I am the sum of the books I have read, the books I collected over the years. I am in the award I got for borrowing and reading the most number of books in elementary. I am the sum of the things I wrote and the things I have attempted to write.

I am the little child in me that loves disney and fairy tales. I am a believer of unicorns and a dreamer of a utopic lala land. I am the lover of colours, glitter and shiny things.

I am me, I have my own story to tell, so please don't insult me!

Monday, October 13, 2014

Dear 26

Dear 26,

I'm writing to you because I find comfort in the idea of being 26. I have faith that by the time I reach you I would have figured out things of importance during my 20's and probably settled with a job I enjoy. And most importantly a mind at peace. 

It's 11:46 pm while writing this and I find myself in a state of confusion and losing hope on the things I want to achieve. I have read a total of 25 books since the last day of exams and I find myself avoiding the present situation by burying myslef in a book, hiding from reality. I haven't bothered searching for a job yet and haven't been doing much about university applications. I'll regret this if I don't start moving.

I find myself avoiding going out. Avoiding people. Finding comfort at home. Away from people who will start asking about my plans now that I have graduated. To tell you the truth, I'm worried. I'm worried I'll lose hope, lose interest and lose myself during this year. 

I have things planned out, from now till I reach you, but by now I'm convinced plans never work out. 

Yet I still can't help making plans.

Yours truly,

Thursday, October 02, 2014

Just Read

Read. Read as much as you can. Read while waiting in a queue or on your way to work. Do it in your lunch break and before you go to sleep. Read when you're happy and even more when you're sad. Read when you're confused and when you're determined. Read, because in those pages you'll find comfort. Read, because in those words you'll find an answer. Read, because in the smell of the papers you'll find inspiration. Read with your 5 senses and the 6th you don't yet know about. Trust me, just read!