Daydreams...

One day you'll find it coming running to you. One day you'll listen to the giggles inside you. Your heart will keep skipping its beats and your face will really hurt you from the wide smile that you can't take of. One day you won't remember what was the cause of all of this. One day you'll look back and laugh loud at it. One day you'll say I'm stronger now, I'm grateful for who I became. And hopefully, one day it won't be too late to accept your buried wish long ago, your every time dream, the prayer you've made when you were just a little child; because sometimes it only comes to you, surprisingly, when you let it go. Yes, sometimes it does come back at the moment you've lost the hope. But it doesn't come because you have let go. It comes because it is sure that you have done all that you could have done. Like your dream chooses to have you as same as you have been dreaming it long ago. It's the moment when you know that so

Perfect, again! Seems like my perfect days are perfect because you're in them. Because I love to meet you, I love what gathers us, I love what we do when we meet. It's been always like this and pleasantly it seems it'll forever be. I'm running after my dream and nothing can ever stop me, not even me. I think I won't let you catch me as well, unless you plan to continue running with me. Because I can feel my eyes sparkling and my face smiling, like the day I first dreamed. And I never missed on the special moments too, today. This one was serious, was concentrated. It wasn't a moment that can be ever interrupted. I remember I heard the world calling me, but I couldn't move my head and disconnect. I guess I lost place and time for some seconds, like I was transferred to an empty world where there's no one else. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! For the marvelous things you did and you do to me. 

Everything was perfect today, just because that was how I thought of them. I woke up with a relieved conscious. First item checked. I planned for the day perfectly in my mind and checked if it'll work. Second item: done! I received a bad news, but I dealt with it with a laugh. Lucky me I got what I needed to laugh. Then I received two a-should-be disappointing calls, the first I accepted it with a calm intention, the second as well but I maintained a firm voice to show deep concern -- that was really there, not a fake one! I believed that " Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today. " (Mark Twain) and I accepted! But I, then, got a little angry. Acceptable! So I quickly spoke it out, lucky me again I had someone to listen. Quickly then I re-planned the rest of the day and maintained a positive attitude. I got into the car and I was unexpectedly happy. I guess it was the music playing on the radio that lifted me up! Then I heard this do

I'm having a battle. Another battle in order to win the war and be free, eternally free of this wicked system! At first, it felt nice to still have a battle, practicing and preparing for it. I told myself that it's good that I, somehow uniquely, have been given the chance to practice more and be yet much better prepared for this battle and actually any other battles I'll have to fight later in other wars. But then, it didn't feel the same. Yes, I'm interested, it's nice what I'm practicing. But, still, it is Boring!! Still, everything is the same, still I'm the same and I don't feel the privilege I thought I've been given. And I think again, have I deceived myself once more? -- Disappointing  right? Anyhow, I'm doing my best to feel good about it, same as I've been trying for the last two months. Pray for me! =) See you soon, I promise ;) 

I have a queen. My Queen is humble and she deserves a celebration. My queen is the strongest, gone through lots of hardships and she's not yet appreciated fairly. She still persists to fight bravely, and win the battle strongly. My queen never looked like a queen, but in my heart she is a one now. My queen is lovable; she's loved by lots of others. My queen is wise and smart, sometimes harsh but mostly right. My queen is like no other, I'm gifted by her. And just recently have I realized that my queen is actually my role model. -- The good part out of this is that I haven't copied others' role models; I chose mine after learning and knowing. Ironic how you search for things in the furthest of places before you can easily and coincidentally find them exactly beside your hands. We have a special relation that started when I was a little. She used to talk to me a lot, ever since I was a child. She's the only one who shouts at me when I cry, that actually works

  I gave my heart to the owner of hearts for a couple of hours. On these hours, it was as if I don't exist. I'm not the one in control; something was driving me, to good. I was enjoying solitude, if that's what I can call it. I didn't really like talking to anyone or staying with anyone; I was having a better companion. I loved those hours! And when my heart came back to me, it was something else. Stronger, wiser, healthier and able to decide much more effectively. I took a couple of decisions; I changed a couple of thoughts and beliefs. As I gained more knowledge, I saw the world from a new perspective and I held a new responsibility. I also understood how beautifully it feels like when I kneel down to talk to Him. "يا مقلب القلوب ثبت قلبي علي دينك" And I learnt something, that when you hold a sincere intention for something and then you wait till it comes as it should be, it really does come as perfectly as you wish. I have to thank you again, fo

And again I keep losing days. "How many days have I lost?" I ask myself every day and the moment I get no answer is the moment I realize I have to think of something to do. I've got no excuses but I won't try to give any, because that wouldn't matter anymore. And also because today I learnt: "If you want something, go get it. Don't wait. Or else you don't actually really want it." Today I've also learnt that "Acceptance" is the most righteous thing to do. Acceptance is rating everything with honesty and sincerity. Say the truth to yourself and don't gaze your eyes to the low when you are actually standing high. But still, I have this thing that keeps me paralyzed. Dear most interior and sacred dream, Yes, I'm still afraid of you. Afraid of fighting for you. Afraid of not getting hurt, but afraid of hurting. Still, I don't want you to give up on me, please! I want you to be always there for me, giving me back my 

I'm disappointed by all those who had once held a perfect place inside my heart but they chose others to settle in their hearts the same way they had settled in mine. I miss them, somehow, maybe I wish for them whenever I get to see how beautifully they can hold people in their hearts. And now I wonder, how many have I disappointed by the same way! :) -- Just a thought! Listen  again. It seems like I truly miss this kind of music!

What seemed to be nice before isn't nice anymore. Where the passion ran towards once before isn't the same place where the heart goes to feel safe today. What was impossible to happen during a whole past lifetime happened in a minute and changed everything over the night. And all the dreams you lived your life dreaming are no longer dreams anymore. Change is the only constant, they say, yet somethings never change. The running is still on, it never stopped to face. Tears still find a way out when they are the least expected. The heart still beats happily for the same words and moments. Music still takes you away to where you want to go. And the smile never leaves your face. I'm gladly happy with how it looks around me; a perfect start for a dream that was for so long staying behind my eyes. I've also seen a nightmare that I haven't dared before to have. Life is just fair, I say. Listen  to your heart and let your mind dance, like how my mi

They say it's always the start that matters. It's the most difficult step; it's the start that if you've passed successfully then you'll sure succeed. Don't you sometimes then wish to just pass that start in a blink of an eye? That you cut the path by a shortcut or take an elevator to climb the mountain. Sometimes it's the start that makes you going, gives you the push and sets you on the perfect setting for the journey awaiting you. Then you decide that you won't proceed unless you were the beginner, the starter. And sometimes, just sometimes, it's only the start that you start. You take the first step, the most difficult one, but just then the fuel in your engine leaks rapidly and you stop! All you get is that your name is written on it, you can now be proud of taking the step; you've started. But then that wouldn't be right, would it? It would be like buying a book but never reading it. Who has to get the credit, then? The beginner