Spain- Day 242

I realized I haven’t blogged about Spain half as much as I should’ve. After all, I did spend about a month of my exchange there. The first thing you notice about Alicante, is that there’s no hurry. Everyone seems to be so at ease and focusing on the now. It’s among the only places where…

Day 25- Belgium

How to survive being an exchange student in 5 simple steps: Month 1 (Easy version) (i) Immerse yourself in the language. Notice how listening to things you don’t understand all day gives you a slight headache in your left temple and all of a sudden you’re aware of how numb your body feels. Regret your…

Day 23- Belgium

Things that my inner voice has said to me the past few days on train rides in a foreign country I now call home; (i) I wonder why there is no universal language if all the emotions we try to convey are more often than not the same with just different strings of alphabets joined…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Bismillah ir rahman ir rahim, I connote these locutions in the cosmos hoping they end up on your door You gave me your love but you also taught me your beliefs. You’re so sure they’re true that you forced them upon me. Where is my cull? Where is my profigacy? Eighteen years I have spent…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Dear Life, “For billions of years since the outset of time, every single one of your ancestors has survived. Every single person on your mom and dad’s side, successfully looked after and passed on to you life. What are the chances of that like?” – The Streets Do you remember our vows? How we omitted:…

Uncensored

I think I’ve come around to realizing why people like my writing or why they may not, it’s very raw. At least that’s what I think. It’s very frank and to the point and not shadowed by grand words that people need to struggle to understand, even though as a kid I’d purposely try to…

Revenge is a dish, best served cold.

Despite what people say about being nasty to others and how it’s not worth it, I question their beliefs. Currently, I’m in a pickle, twisted from all sides, about my feelings, my relationships, school, everything however, I’m surprised to find myself anything but sad about it. I remember someone asking my friend,”why is she always…

Random scribblings!

And just as I was staring out the window from my examination hall, I couldn’t help but notice how much the apartments beside my school reminded me of my aunt’s house back in Asiad Village. I have plenty of happy memories of that place, eating ice cream with my uncle, playing in the garden with…

Beautifully mind-boggled…

And you have me curled up in a ball, bushing all over again, my friends look at me in awe wondering what caused these laughs and giggles and I smile and sing the lyrics of my favorite song. I go back to those butterflies I get when you say the most random things to me…