a daylight dream

And so it is the last day of August. The last page to write describing this beautiful summer. The window of a mysterious pathway of healing and ethereal, authentic love. August was a month in which I harvested the magical fruits of the seeds I have planted since June. Of course, it is only the first harvest, still the seeds are not strong enough, the ground not richly fertile; but they are luscious fruits and they're all beuatiful and young. I am proud of how wonderfully they have grown this summer. Okay, enough with those metaphors. The past years proved that August is a month to experience pain, but I didn't intend it this time around. There is pain in August, but I redirected my focus to somehow accept that yes, it's time to say goodbye to all of those wonderful, summery memories. However, there are other fulfilling aspects that have to be remembered and honoured. I have worked hard for so many things and I wanted to witness them evolve and show me the mag...

I pretend to forget to draw the curtains every night before we go to sleep, because something in me just wants to watch the car-lights reflect on our golden walls just before we fade to the darkness of our minds in the hours of the night. My eyes just desire to wake up each morning with the sun shining brightly, and I don’t want to sleep in,  ever , with such a blessing to witness every single day. And this morning, I wake up to a ray of light streaming in a straight line towards the mirror, and my eyes follows its reflection in a daze, till I land on a beautiful tiny rainbow on our desks. I smile— and I hope it’s an omen to make our day as colourful as we possibly can. And then I look at you, dearest, facing me, your gentle eyes asleep and I can see your imperfections clearly. Just a few summers ago, this moment was a dream— and now I wake up to watch you breathe. And then I think to myself— I touch my face and I realise   I’m so imperfect, too. I imagine you ope...

Greetings, my loved ones. Today's post is going to tackle an issue which had always resonated with me, a journey I knew I was going to start some day in the future. It looks like its time has come at last, as I am experiencing this inclination towards it. I want to find my voice. Like many of you, I grew up in a place where my voice was belittled. I was not allowed to say "no", to speak up and show my honest opinions and beliefs. I grew up to believe that what I said didn't matter because it wasn't respected; my truth wasn't always honoured. This led me as a young child to manipulate this situation through telling lies, hiding, pretending and covering up. In my head, it used to save me from having to deal with the consequences of confrontation but on the long-term, it didn't really protect me. I know many of us have to deal with this. This situation is not only portrayed through our families but in other instituions like schools and univer...

As I've promised, here is part II for the Infinite Learning  post series. You can read the first part here . Before we start,  I want to thank you all for your massive support for the first part. I truly appreciate your feedback. Let us briefly recap what we discussed last time. So, there were 4 steps which were: 1. Change your mindset towards the process of learning and perceive it differently. 2. Visualise and imagine what you are learning to engage more senses to make what you are learning more experential and personal. 3. Use emotions like excitement, mystery and the thrill accompanied by challenges to retain more of what you learn. 4. Be inquisitive and use the art of curiosity to think beyond and add depth to what you are learning. Here are another 3 steps to transform your learning experience! I am very excited for you to be reading this. Now, let's get started! 5. Lead Your Time I said  "lead"  your time, not  "manage" ...

Greetings, my loved ones. Today, I want to write about miracles. Yes, miracles. The miracle of a dream coming true. Do not worry, it's not as abstract. I actually have a story in regards to that. My journey started in January 2017 , when I was still in my first year of university, disliking the torpidity and lack of things to do. For a restless person, having to just study and go for lectures every now and then did not appeal to me. I wanted something more, something deeper and more challenging. On the first day of 2017, I told God that I really want to work and do something meaningful. I asked Him to give me a chance to experiment and discover what it's like to be out there . Very abruptly, I was granted an award for attaining the highest grade in Egypt in my Biology A Level course, which gave me the opportunity to work with my old Biology teacher as her assistant, and then it all rolled around to work in a school as an English language co-teacher. It...

When I suggested to write a post on how to make your learning experience more effective, I was surprised to see that 100% of you who participated in the poll voted for a YES! I am very honoured to be writing this down, collecting my experience, learnings and beliefs into a structured elaboration. Let's get started. You might have heard about the word learning, but mostly education is what is linked to it if you're a standard school student. But, we need to make a distinction. Successful education cannot truly occur without learning; because education is merely the process that happens through institutions like schools and universities. But, learning is a personal experience that strengthens and expands what is being educated and takes it to the outside world. The world has now changed, and is demanding more than ever that learning takes place every single day, not just in school. The world's system demands more than ever that you become a life-lon...

On the first day of love, we are sat down on the wooden, bare floor of our little home. A pool of shadowed light rests on our feet, and we extend our toes to touch it in playfulness and joy. It’s our very first morning together and though it would have been more comfortable to sleep through the early hours, intuition carried us to that spot, in front of the balcony window, the clouds accumulated by the horizon of that little ordinary sky. And we are waiting— waiting for a moment so spectacular, one that we have reiterated in our dreams. And we wonder in doubt, will it be the same? Will it be as unearthly and captivating? Or were our hearts carried away by a draft of summery love? We sit still, eyes partly closed, minds wandering realms of our visions. But slowly and then all at once, it hits me— this wave of restlessness, this tide which washes me every single time, the racing heart beats, shallow breaths and unbearable tendency to stand up and just do something—  anyt...