I have always been an adventurous person even as a kid. And that’s different from being naughty . I just liked ‘challenging’ myself and since, as children, we aren’t really evaluating our actions with consequences, we may end up hurting ourselves sometimes. I remember running up the slides; and once even tore my chin wide open…
“While in Morocco, I met some of the most kind and hospitable people”
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“I got rejected four times; twice from Europe and the UK each”
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They VS You.
“They” tell you how to live. They tell you what the cultural standards of a good salary or a good job are. They tell you that you aren’t good enough if you did not achieve a certain degree. They tell you, you aren’t a good citizen if you aren’t living in your country yet they…
Fragility Within.
She had always been fragile. Fragile like a feather. The world saw her as a warrior. Strong and Confident. Yet only she knew the fragility that was exploding inside of her. She could stay as strong as the mountains when the storm try to tear her apart yet she could cry a river if she…
Your Body. Your Choice. My body. My Choice?
Okay, on this #womensday, let’s talk about a little perspective. Something I have had on my mind for a long time after some global observations, hate crimes and personal experiences. Sometimes they say “You have been forced to where hijab or dress modestly by the men in your family, or your culture or…
Romance Rekindled.
Romance is a feeling best served when travelling. The unversed roads, fragrances and languages Make the heart wander. Away from the familiar, It is ready to fall, fall again in love. In a fresh place, on a new path But with the very same heart. 😉
A Dreamy City.
This beautiful poem by Jody Right captures my feelings so eloquently, I though I should share this with one of my pictures from Switzerland. Zürich, Switzerland is indeed a dreamy city. :’) I lie awake each night Staring at the ceiling Following each crack Finding new routes Oh, how I’d like to travel Somewhere new, Somewhere old,…
Magic.
Shadowy and dark, Purple sky and that dreamy night, As if this wasn’t enough, You had to stand tall with your magical architecture, To make sure I took some of that magic with me.
Home.
Ive been gone far too long Its time to go back home Go back to familiar faces, People and fragrances Fond memories, Paths and roads Timeless love, Warmth and embrace Its time to be myself All over again.
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