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August.

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That's a pretty late post but I can't help it. There are so many things going on at the moment; too many vibes, moments to cherish, wounds to heal.. etc. It's has been like that in August lately. I think this month is quite impacting for everyone as it signifies endings of beautiful summer times, school work and more life chapters to finish reading. It's rather tragic to hold on to August with this longing attitude because who doesn't feel rather tempted to shed some tears as the trees start to colourise and the weather gets cooler? Doesn't it just shake you a little? Every August, I witness the life cycle in saddening airs because I tend to dwell on the hope of spring and the presence of summer. I wish I could just go back to February right now, and watch the spring all over again. I love you. But it doesn't work that way, does it? I've got to move on, shed some airport tears, go back to Egypt and work it all out. There is a fear gnawing on the...

Watching Those Thoughts.

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As I mentioned in this post, I have taken a new step towards my wellness journey which I seriously started about a year ago. I have been reading endless articles about methods to calm anxiety, boost self-confidence as well as self-care rituals that would actually impact me for a long time. After watching several YouTube videos about the subject of gratitude journals, I thought I'd go for it. What happened was something like magic. What I did was: - Write out the things I am thankful for. - Improvements/expectations for the day. - An inspiring mantra. The result was that, a smile instantly formed on my face even though some days were particularly tough, especially when I had to deal with episodes of emotional eating, bouts of hormonal imbalance and moodiness. Starting my day with positive affirmations allowed me to actually live up to my expectations and actually be present, translate those affirmations into reality and make the best out of each day. One day, I was suff...

Travel Poland: Mountaineer Vibes.

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You might have noticed that I didn't really blog that much the past week. The reason was that I spent eight full days in the Bieszczady mountains (pronounced as Bieshchadee ) located in the south of Poland, near the borders of Slovakia and Ukraine. I had to tolerate numerous text messages from my phone carrier every day notifying me that I was in a different country, just by climbing a mountain or taking an alternative road route. Let me summarise my stay in one word: alleviating.

The Truth About This Blog.

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The past week, I spent my free time watching videos about online entrepreneurship through blogs, YouTube and eCommerce. You know, I thought it would be a great idea to look through methods I could use to make this blog grow and gain more audience. One tip that really captured my attention was that in order for any business, or any work in general, to be successful, it needs to target a niche market. I stopped for a moment and reflected upon what I am doing here and realised that my blog is not really focused on any topic and that struck me a little. All I am doing here is some random spikes of poetry, life lessons, wellness tips, travel photography and bits and pieces of my everyday life and emotions. That's too widespread and if I really am aiming to make blogging one of my future "jobs", I think I need to address my niche more seriously. The truth is, I am not really able to identify the topics I am so good at blogging at, at the moment. For now, I might just jou...

Journeys.

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A lot of people ask: what is life? Well, I cannot define life, because I have no idea how much it holds.. I have heard all about it through my parents' stories, professors and teachers but instead of asking this question, I thought: "why not answer it myself?" Sometimes I hear myself internally saying that I need a life. What I just understood a few moments ago is that, life is not a destination. It's not something that you get or achieve or aim for.. it's something we already have. We have it right now, as you're breathing, talking, eating, hanging out. Okay, this might sound really cliche but, once you really get the awareness, it's real. Life is real, it's all about taking charge of your decisions, actions, choices, mentality. Life is just a journey.. and every single day is a part of it. So like a movie, you would want every single scene to be imperfectly perfect, to be another plot leading to a huge revelation and ending. And when is our en...

Travel Poland: In My Lungs Grew Pines. (Part 2)

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So here is the second part of my adventure in Tatra Mountains and the most lavishly exhilarating and inspiring one. We decided to head to the largest and fourth-deepest lake in Poland located 1,300 metres high up a mountain and well, it was the best decision we had ever made.

Celebrating: My Birthday.

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I have just finished my nineteenth year yesterday afternoon, and I am already embarking my twentieth. To me, birthdays aren't really very important celebrations because I don't believe in their significance. I mean, what does one day mean? It doesn't really make a difference when you think about it logically but this year, I have decided to actually celebrate it. I never really liked celebrating my OWN birthday so much since I was always struggling with issues of self-worth and confidence. As my family would sing to me "happy birthday", I'd feel some kind of mountain within me trembling and shattering because.. I didn't feel like I deserved it. It was usually a moody and bad day for me.. and soon enough, my family stopped celebrating it all together and I have grown to dread it. But this year is different because I choose to make it one to remember. Idealistically, I had planned to wear a dress and look beautiful, dance to music and feel like a prin...

Travel Poland: In My Lungs Grew Pines. (Part 1)

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Hello everyone! I hope all of you are okay and feeling grateful for each passing day. This weekend, I actually travelled 5 hours south to the Tatra mountains, located near the border of Slovakia (we might have entered Slovakia on our way a couple of times). I was never a mountain lover because I didn't see beyond their rocky, green and icy surface. To me, they were awfully boring but since last year, when we went hiking uphill, I fell in love with mountains. Especially their forest-covered terrain, filled with pines, ferns, moss and passing brooks. Also, I found a new passion and it's: HIKING!

Quack!

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Sorry for the profusely unromantic post title but I could not find anything more appropriate than this. I woke up on Thursday, hoping I'd go for a run though I had fears not to go since it was pouring as I fell asleep. It was beautifully serene to fall asleep with the sound of rain pattering on the window sill, and when I did finally rise in the morning at 4.30 AM, the sky was greyish blue and a fierce wind was howling actively so I fell asleep again with tired eyes knowing I wouldn't go. At around noon, my sister and I went for a walk and some cycling underneath the stormy sky and betwixt the refreshing winds. We did some acrobatics on the monkey bars, ran in the track, cycled in the greens and awaited our duck adventure. :) My sister was profusely hungry so we bought some kind of pastry and headed to the lake near the park. My sister ate carelessly but as we approached the ducks idling in the lake, we couldn't have been more attentive. My sister started quacking an...

Listening.

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I listen too much sometimes and stay quiet, not because I don't like to speak but that it's easier to let those human and inhuman voices soak my mind and feel them resonate in my brain, bringing about a million thoughts. You'd think because of that, I usually speak of wisdom and truth but honestly, I am the most ridiculous talker you'd ever meet and I lack those conversational skills, except when talking to people I love most. But other than that, I'm really boring, thick and giggly so I prefer to smile and nod my head, then continue the rest of the conversation when it's over, reviewing the lines I should have said differently to make it more magical. I'm also the worst talker there ever was when it comes it comes to my own self. I keep listening to my intuition, keep searching in its depths and climb its mountains but then when I am supposed to talk and actually respond, I fail. It might be because of fear or anxiety, but mostly because I don't ...