To My Little Girl

To My Little Girl,

To the most precious person in my life, I write this letter.

It’s been a long while since I wanted to write this to you. However, I think that it is time to write it. It’s now or never, and I choose now. I have wanted to write this even before you were born. The moment I knew that I was going to have a girl, I have been thinking about your future, the way you will look and the way you will think. I have been thinking about your hobbies, interests and passions to be. I have been thinking about your love life, your suitors, your soul mate and your unborn children. Yes, I have been thinking about that before you were even born.

Now, by watching you growing up to be such a fine young lady, I became concerned. I’m so worried about you. I do not want you to change. Maybe, I’m selfish. Well, I am. But trust me; I think that this will be for your own good. I always want you to be this innocent, pure and free spirited girl that you truly are.

That is why I have decided that I should write this now.

I need you to love your life, because it deserves to be loved. Remember that love is the key to happiness and satisfaction.

Keep discovering yourself and your innate passions. This is because you are creative. You have always been different and that is what makes you who you really are.

You are still young and green. You will meet many people whom you might not like and who might hurt your feelings. Be sure that all of those experiences will make you much stronger. You have been through the worst. At that time, you pulled yourself together. You proved everybody, who thought of you as a spoiled brat, wrong. You proved me wrong. You proved to yourself, most importantly, that you are strong and that you are a man, exactly like what your father used to say about you.

When you feel down, do the stuff that you like. Go shopping. Pamper yourself. You are a beautiful great girl. Keep that in mind.

Don’t mix between pleasure and business. Always keep things professional. That’s for your own sake. Do not forget about your dreams, and bear in mind that love will surely come your way and not the other way around.

Focus on your life and be sure that the best is yet to come. Be patient and be sure that all of your dreams will come true eventually, only because you deserve that and you will work very hard to attain your dreams.

Be cautious. Be brave. Be strong. Be a Man. Keep that image that your father used to have of you in your mind.

That’s it my precious little girl for now. Keep that letter in your heart. Only then, I can be sure that I will be in your heart.

Love,

I'm a Queen

The world is mine

I feel free

When the wind tickles my face

Then, I'm a queen

The World is Mine

I won't Care

I'm so lucky

I have no time for despair

The Web

Flashy yet mysterious it looks, you are easily drawn to it. No matter who you are or what you do, you want desperately to join it, be part of that bond and stick to its fragile tricky walls.

Suddenly you are in. It is not as tough as you imagined it to be. On the contrary, you feel like you are the One.You look in their eyes, you believe that you are among the chosen few. They are selective, but it seems like they were just waiting for you.

You get on board and have a look. You only see what they want you to see. What is real is kept in store for you to discover on your own. Some of them see themselves in you. Some of them know what you are going through. Others want to warn you and make you escape, but they know for sure that you will never buy what they have to say.

Still, you are dazzled and impressed. Striving and working so hard, you want to prove that you are up to it. You convince yourself that you are happy and that it is your dream. However, by time, you feel possessed. You want to run and get out. "This is not where I belong. This is not what I want," you keep on yelling but it seems like no one is listening. Are they deaf? Or are they just pretending not to be? You look into their eyes and try to find an answer, but NOTHING. They are all emotionless. What happened to them? Are they your companions whom you were dying to befriend with? Or do they seem like monsters who feed on your pain and will never jump in to help their supposed to be "friend"?

That is when you feel that you don't fit in anymore. To your surprise, they let go of you. Deep inside they know for sure that you will be back. For them, it is just a matter of time.

You feel free and think you will soon attain your old dreams. But to your disappointment, you realize that you do not fit anywhere but in the WEB. You have just become like everyone else. Then you are back. You succumb to your reality and hope they would take you back. You look into their eyes again, but you don't find gratitude.

Let's face it my friend, you are not the first and won't definitely be the last.

Sleeping with the Enemy

In an empty corner, there he stood. Afraid of making a scene, he seemed to be lost. Courage? Audacity? On that day, I have seen not.

Running like a headless chicken, he was escaping his fate. Yet, it was so weird of a man who was so great.

What was wrong? What has got into him? No one knew. Was it lunacy or shame? He had no clue.

Finally, he made up his long lost mind and decided to act like a man. For he was not. He was always fond of acting and making plots.

Slowly he moved, gliding in his cloak of disgrace. Fire burning inside his head,  he was drawing a fake smile on his deceitful face.

For his surprise, he could not make a conquest as he thought he might do. He made his move. But for the bitterness, he had no strength to endure.

"What have I done? What have I made?" He said to himself, knowing for sure that it was his truthful sad fate.

I Don't Wanna Talk....

That's it. I have had enough. It seems like I can neither trust nor believe anyone anymore. No matter what I say, I'm a liar. No matter how hard I try to explain, judgments are already made. Punishment is waiting. The guillotine is sharp, ready  and waiting for my blood to quench its thirst. Evil faces with envious hateful eyes are staring, waiting for the execution. Hypocrites cannot wait to take off their masks. They have been wearing them for so long, and the clock is ticking.

So, what's the point of talking? Why shall I defend myself, when I am already convicted. Handcuffed and paralyzed, I can say a lot. But I don't want to. I got caught once because I talked and opened my mouth. Now, I will just give them a reason to satisfy their lost ego.

I won't grant you such a blessing.

Do whatever you feel like. Say whatever you want to say. Kill me and be merciless.

It's a matter of time, and you will soon be in my shoes.

A Broken Record

Have you ever felt that history is repeating itself? You go through the same problem with the same lame people, or you even witness a situation that you have been through once, but this time it's someone else who is entrapped. It could be your best friend, a colleague, or just an acquaintance.

Suddenly you feel as if you are watching a boring movie that you have watched 50 times before.

Think of it this way. The first time you watch that movie, you are overwhelmed. You are mesmerized and eager to know the end. By time, the movie loses its edge. It becomes very mundane. Sometimes it feels like you are watching a very common thing, like watching people in streets. You don't feel anything.

You don't feel the rush that you used to have when it was the first time. However, you know all the events and all the details that makes a movie worth watching. Sometimes, you fast forward some parts just to see the end that you already know.

Whenever this movie airs on TV, you watch it. Why? You have no idea. You just do. No matter how idiotic the movie gets in your opinion, you can't miss watching it.

At the beginning, when you watched it for the first time, you decided to watch it, you wanted to see what's new for you. You wanted to feel the thrill and the excitement. But after watching it for 50 times or more, what is it that makes you watch it again?

Maybe it's all because every time you watch it, you discover a new thing that you never noticed before. You feel that you are solving a puzzle. A missing clue is found every time, and you are the winner. You add to your knowledge and to your imagination, as well. You can even become more shrewd than the director himself. Maybe, that's why you watch it every time. Yes, because you feel that you are imaginative. Or maybe because you discover new things not only about the movie, but about yourself as well.

Whatever your reason is, you cannot miss a real fact. You scream at the end, saying "What an idiot! What a dumb stupid ending!" No matter how hard you scream, you can't change a thing. It's always the lame boring movie directed by an uncreative copycat. And you are just part of the audience.

To My Dear Friend,

To my dear friend,

I hope that you are doing well. It's been a while, huh?

I'm sending this letter to thank you. I want to thank you not for trying to break me, but for making me stronger.

Betrayal hurts, but it even hurts more when you are stabbed in the back by people whom you used to consider as your friends.

I know what you did to me, but I am not angry anymore. I heard every word you said, but I don't care my sweet little pumpkin.

Gossiping is like a spear that one might use to kill anyone in a cold blooded manner. You wanted to kill me, but you missed a real fact. You forgot that spears are made of iron which always rusts by time. No matter how pointed your spear is, it rusted and didn't kill me as you wished it would.

Thank you again for trying to stab me in the back. That's when I realized that I am too strong for you that you couldn't confront me. See? You have drawn my attention to the inner strength in me.

Good people lift their friends' spirits up, and what a good friend you have been so far!

Thank you for what you have done for me, and if you see a chance to lift me up, don't hesitate. That's because when you do so, I will realize the true you and the strong me.

Love,

Ramadan Kareem

Dear all,

Ramadan is just a few days ahead. Happy Ramadan everybody!!

The question that has just been hitting my head lately is simply, "Am I ready?"

What a hectic year I had! How many losses have I had! How many deep wounds have I suffered from and inflicted!

When shall I be ready and cleanse my soul?

I have to let go and open my heart to all the goodness around me.

God, grant my strength to forgive and grant others tenderness to have mercy upon me.

God, have mercy upon us all.

Yes, I'm Bad...Leave Me Alone

If you say that I'm a bad person, I would respect your opinion. On the contrary, I will never argue. This is because an argument in such a case would be considered as self-defense and I am not in a position to defend myself.

If you see me as an atrocious awful person, nothing that will be said or done will ever change your view of me. If there is time and you see me as a good person, this would only happen because you want to see the goodness in me.

If you see me as a demon, I would appreciate if you get da hell outta here and save yourself the trouble. Well, I guess that you will save me the trouble as well. I can't bear having a single person in my life who would think that I am his/her enemy.

And please, PLEASE, don't ever try to straighten me up. I am happy the way I am.

 I am not going to say that you'd better look for the flaws in your own personality to straighten them up. God forbid! I would never say that. When it comes to people and their lives, they know better.

And I know better of my own.

That's it for today.

Thanks a million for your understanding and for putting up with me all this time.