a daylight dream

What a wonderful, fulfilling year it had been; adorned by growth and enlightenment with every passing day, although scarred by mistakes and little failures. 2018 is perhaps far by one of the most beautiful years of my life, in which I realised all of the goals I had set for myself and learned more about love; a beautiful soulful love that is unconditional and undemanding. I am so blessed so have lived this year. Here are the most beautiful moments of 2018, listed month by month. January Writing letters to a soulmate of mine, in which we discussed fields of dreams and the truth of love. Giving private English lessons, which was a totally new experience. The arrival of spring! I won’t ever forget that day; watching the green leaves sprout delicately and the blossoms rupturing from their calyxes. (31.01.2018) Reading books. Discovering music that evoked the poetry in me. Wonderful weather; rain and clarity. Wandering around Egypt; going to the Pyramids, the museum and c...

The December sun rises almost too briefly. All at once, the warm yellow light embraces the buildings and the world is a little bit more charmed by a subtle glow, the kind that hits my eyes and makes me smile. I tell myself that it’s been so long since I had taken the time to watch the sun. I have missed her dearly. I missed her sense of direction and safety that she always blesses me with. I missed her divergent colours at different angles and times of the day. Against all odds of having not much time, I walk out to the balcony and simply watch the ordinary come to life. I remind myself that I haven’t been gentle with myself lately. I have been a waterfall of who I am, simply flowing and flowing powerfully, taking shape of the whole world as it is forced downwards to reality. I have been desiring change and trying new things out, when perhaps who I am is to settle down and be quite reactive to what surrounds me. Reality is quite challenging, isn’t it? It makes us chang...

November has come to an end this war and per usual, it hadn’t been exactly one of the best in terms of pure, celestial joy thereof. I am a person who values clarity and purity in general and so to experience resistance and struggles is not exactly compatible with who I am. Sometimes, even with struggles, I make it to see the big picture, that one which involves hope and magnificence; yet other times, I’m wretched trying to find out what lessons they behold. In the end, I find out, so there is safety and peace through and through. November’s sky had been blissfully scudding, allowing the sun to pierce through those clouds, dispersing sun rays of wonderfully carved shapes. The wind was also amiable and pleasant and it quite surprised me that there were very little hazy days this November. The weather was clear and the fading greenness was pronounced. It made it more bearable, honestly. I enjoyed my walks around my university campus, the atmosphere inspiring to scurry for id...