a daylight dream

A dear month, February. It always is somewhat beautiful and I have no idea why. It just is, at least here in Egypt, where spring commences ever so gracefully and slowly. I must say I’m grateful for everything that had happened in the course of this month. To start with, I finally began taking care of myself after five months of what seemed like an endless stream of duties and responsibilities. I just actively decided that if I don’t give myself rest, no one ever will and I’ll end up burning out all the time. So, I just told myself to stick to certain practices like taking the weekend nights off to unwind, taking moments to recollect myself in contemplation and working on being more healthy and lively in general and I am so glad that it had worked. Isn’t it amazing to just take care and truly love oneself, for no reason at all but to experience peace and more empathy?   Another thing that made February beautiful is all the plants I made friends with. Of course, yellow

World says ‘ no ’, It sends me a warning, Somewhere in the middle, Of the path to my ideals. It sends me voices, Embedded in fear, ‘ You must not ,’ ‘ Live your dreams .’ And I hear wails, Rivers of complaints, Souls wrapped up in guilt, And tormenting shame. I suddenly believe, It was never meant to be; The passion I thought Earth, Would hold for me. Warnings; Doctrines and papers, What should be done, And what should not, Not a soul on here, Is truly free, We are what they call, Uncountable borders, And invisible wars. Whilst the world is a picture, Learned thoroughly, I decide I must share, The photography, Of metaphors, Instead of their, Tailored truths. I’m constantly warned, Not to listen to my beating heart, Nor the whispers, Of inscrutable words, ‘ Save your disappointment ,’ ‘ We were just like you .’ In terms of vivid dreams, That burst too soon. But now I realise, Perhaps I’ve bee

Lately, it has beamed upon me that all of the beautiful things in the world are graceful in the form of thought, which makes them very difficult to attain and translate into daily life. One of those splendid values is surely gratitude. When most are asked whether they are grateful or not, they’d most probably agree that they are grateful. Same applies to mindfulness and kindness. However, it seems that it is not adequate for us to simply admit it— beauty is in fact a practice— an  action . Some years ago, in a dark place, I realised that there was an unattainable dimension of beauty and dreams I wanted to achieve and reach. I knew I was blessed and honestly, the amount of blessings I was surrounded by made me feel even more guilty. Nothing really changed when I simply thought of that, it did not shift my mindset. However, when I actively started to practise gratitude by writing those blessings down and truly acknowledging them every day, those blessings seemed more reach

I’ve been looking for your eyes, In the vivid stars, Glistening on a winter night. I wonder if I, Come across your thoughts, At lone times. For to me, In safe places, You’re a melody; A hum to my ear, I hear you close, To set my worries free. Worlds apart, But still in touch, Through beating hearts, And ocean-like irises, A spectrum of browns, Drowning fear alive. I’ve taken more risks, Than I thought I could bear, Perhaps when you believe, Love is found everywhere. And courage lifts me, Carries me, Towards a whisper, A faint light, A dream of love, An electric touch. Year over year, Passion growing, Our youth still pounding, In traces of memories, The glimpses of the past— An eternal you and me.

The dusky sky is blazoned with planets and faint stars flickering from afar. A distant moon is peeking gently from the west, evoking an intention to become more grounded, pulling us down by gravity, allowing our feet to sink in the ground with gratitude. We are walking on a road that sparked many conversations, but now we are having our very own real ones. Nothing much has changed, perhaps reality and its troubles more overwhelming, our energies waning, potential fluctuating— but it’s still us, most of the time, at least when we’re together, we turn back to a time we trusted faithfully, so it saved itself for us, granting us an eternity we never dreamed of. And while we are walking, we share this deep connection to what’s surrounding us. The sun rising from the east is simply painting a canvas before us with the freshly-coated colours of spring— the world is glistening in our eyes. We cannot help but marvel and gasp in admiration at how free beauty sometimes is. Perhaps it

I don't know, but those are nine thoughts that have occurred to me lately, which I cannot conjure a respectable post about. The condensed list is much more authentic. I don’t know what has been going on inside my head but generally speaking, it’s overwhelming and mixed with the negative aspects of reality. Another lesson to find my bubble again.  I’m starting my next project this month. All about observing the environment, sparking curiousity and to create awareness about the importance of research. The project’s aim is to allow learners to come up with ways they could personally be more aware of the environment and help in sustainability in general, through their own research results. So excited and ready for challenges and new things to learn about being an educator! Another daylight dream of mine is slowly coming to light! I will be speaking in an educational conference about applying a holistic approach to learning through metacognition and emotional intelligence. It w

We have this beautiful whisper in our bodies which guides through this vessel I call truth. This whisper just knows what it’s saying. It knows, midst your confusion, the right thing to do. This whisper is our heart. I think we’ve been told not to listen to our hearts and have developed this negative image towards our feelings. We discard them at times, thinking they’re primitive and misleading. But I’ve just had an experience which proved completely otherwise, and I am willing to share it for I think it has turned so many things around. I must say that not all of us are wired to trust our hearts. Some of us can see clearly through their minds’ calculations and interpretations, while others can be grounded with the stability of their bodies. That’s okay. We all need to be honest in the path leading to self-understanding and discovery, to know how we feel alive. Last September, I silently told myself to let my heart go for a while and focus on using my mind in all si

January is already over, peeps. The very first month of a new year. Honestly, I’m still astounded by how quickly time seems to fly and create all those wonderful memories. Such a lovely, grounding thought. The thing about time is that, it makes sense when it is encompassed by memories and moments in which you truly felt vividly alive. There is a differential significance in each passing day. So, January. Challenging yet lovely. I started my new year with the event I organised at school and it made all the difference to succeed and watch it spread inspiration like fairy dust. I can’t believe it worked, you know? I’m always so doubtful and have faith in the existence of failure, and it always chases me around wherever I go. I’m very thankful for taking the risk to actually lead a team and take my daylight dreams to the real light. January made me believe in the importance of empowering myself with those dreams of mine and doing whatever it takes to make them come true. It’s

It begins with shedding petals, And hostile winds, A tear-stained face, An echo of grief, A grey loneliness, Embracing brokenness. Tears dry, ‘Neath the sunlight, There forms, A subtle smile, But the heart is numb, It cannot truly speak, Nor love anyone, When it’s broken— A silence has begun. A silence I discover, I wrap it gently, Lay my head on its shoulder. ‘‘Tis my only company, It’s my only truth, Shouldn’t my dreams collide, And become the moon? A reality in the still skies, In a puddle, Lies a reflection of its own. And my dreams touch my skin, Set my eyes ablaze, To see colours in omens, A language to translate, I feel grief transcending, To an art and a command, A mission of beauty, As the waves caress the sand, Leaving jewels behind, In seashells,  With truth intwined. As the seashells open, And the truth reveals, Beauty becomes, A view of the unearthly. It opens a heart, To the sun

You put your head on the soft pillow, face sullen and pale, hair stiff and coarse. The room is humid and stale, its air filled with old fragrances that have lived seasons after seasons, till it had lost sense of time, something an old lady would lament about. The curtains are drawn but I know, that with just a swish, the room may come to life. So, I leave your head on the pillow, gracefully gravitated with misery and hopelessness, and I stand up, taking swift steps towards the window. As my fingers grasp the curtains, my arm moves to the side and the sight of a full-bellied moon greets our eyes. It is mildly coloured like a diamond, its light is subtle yet overflowing. And though it's dark at night, the room somehow gets illuminated by the moonlight's presence. It's enough. It's more than we could ever ask for. Your head tilts to the right and eyes gaze lovingly towards the moon. I look at you and wonder how much you still need to know about our world.