To Live is to Suffer?

Since my arrival in Egypt, for the past two weeks, the environment inside our home has been pretty agitated. My grandfather’s condition and our constant supervision for him, plus my aunt’s condition and her wavering platelets count, all has put us all in an endless vortex of thoughts, prayers, and hopes.

Seeing the pain that my family is currently going through, makes me think of suffering as the normal way of living. My thoughts has been involuntarily directed towards a pattern of pessimism, or so Ionia tells me.

But then I was wandering in my facebook news feed the other day, when I stumbled upon an old black and white photo of two soldiers standing in front of a furnace that contains people inside. I immediately thought to myself: “If you think you and your family are suffering, think again!”

Think of the Jews and what happened to them during the holocaust. Think of the Palestinians who are living in constant struggles since 1948. Think of all the victims of all different kinds of hateful crimes around the world. How are they suppose to feel? live? nurture? love?

Or is it naturally normal to suffer in order to grow stronger, feel more deeply, and think more wisely with an open minded mentality?

What do you think?


Ten Things I Learned From My Father

I read a quote today on Obama’s page on fb. It says:”Any fool could have a child. That doesn’t make you a father. It’s the courage to raise a child that makes you a father.”
I enjoyed this post allot, take the time and indulge in it, it’s worth it!

The Renegade Rulebook

A few months ago, I featured a post titled “Ten Things I Learned From My Mom.” I’ve spent the last few weeks reflecting, and decided that I also wanted to feature a similar post dedicated to my father. I’m fortunate enough to have two loving parents that I am very close with, and I hope some day that I can take everything I’ve learned from them, and apply it to my own parenting techniques.

1. Kick ‘Em Where It Hurts

In first grade, I came off the school bus hysterically crying. My dad met me at the top of our driveway, tried to console the sobbing little human peeking timidly up at him from underneath her bangs, while clutching her ninja turtle lunch box. After he asked me what was wrong, I explained that another boy on the bus had been saying mean things to me. My dad told me…

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My Grandfather

I am back home in Egypt to spend a two months vacation with my lovely family. I became deeply saddened by what I saw the moment I arrived home. Remember how life is so fragile? Well, I am reminded by that every single moment of everyday.

Four months ago, back in Saudi Arabia, my grandfather was visiting us, me and my mom, with my cousin DouDou, and I remember we had such a beautiful time together. Everyone was so happy, the weather was perfect, we even went to Mecca, prayed in Almasjid Alharam mosque, performed Umrah, and despite the fact that we missed our flight back from Mecca, it was so much fun to be together.

But my grandfather sadly fell on his head the moment he arrived home in Egypt, had a minor concussion, and his frontal lobe got affected by this incident. It was shocking to hear the news of someone who was just with you a few hours ago perfectly fine, saying that he has lost some memories, having behavioral changes, and is no longer able to communicate like before.

I was skeptical the whole time I was in Saudi Arabia, thinking that everyone was kind of exaggerating the situation. But when I arrived here, and laid my eyes on him for the first time since the accident, I acknowledged that it was true. I kept having flashbacks of his sense of humor, his smile that never left his face, his humble personality, and how he has never hurt anyone physically or emotionally.

I pray God to ease his pain that we cannot feel, bless him for what he was and still is, and bless us through him. Although he’s not fully with us nowadays, but we owe him the benefit of combining all of us together, around him every single day.


This is a picture of he and I, while I was still a UFO creature.

UsThis is a picture of the three of us, myself – my mother – DouDou – him, in Saudi Arabia, a couple days before the accident.

Thank you for reading, may God be with us all..


My Ex, Illness, and Aunt

I’m totally lost and confused nowadays. I was talking to my Ex yesterday, and I sort of every time I talk to her, end up not feeling well. I end up lost between feelings of grief and joy. Like should I be happy that I’m talking to her again, or should I feel bad that we’re no longer like before.

I hate those moments of illness, where you don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong, or what’s good and what’s bad for you. I don’t know if you guys know this, but I’m really thankful to have you in my life, to know every single one of you. Some of you enlighten me, others give me hope and encouragement. But more importantly, I see all of you as a blessing. It’s so rarely when you find a hate free zone where you can express your feelings freely, with no worries whatsoever.

My Aunt has done the operation successfully, thank God. She is currently recovering and we’re anticipating the rise of her platelets count hopefully. The amount of love and support that I’ve received over my last post about my Aunt is also overwhelming. I feel like I wanna share it with everyone I know. One person sent me an email shining with positive energy, informing me that a special visit to church was made for the sake of my Aunt’s recovery. No words can describe how I felt at that moment. This is how the world should react with each other. I really wish the world was a bigger version of the WordPress community. In other words, I really wish we had a meeting every once in a while, share the love, and enjoy the genuine beauty of human kind.

Thank you, I definitely feel better now <3

More Details = More Misery

The more details we ask for, the more misery we live in. I’m guessing the more knowledgeable people become, the more they moan in their lives. It’s very peculiar how human beings always feel the urge of knowing more, albeit all they’re having in return is less comfort and peace of mind. Think about that for a second…

The Sunshine Award

It’s been a while since I’ve participated or done my share of the huge amount of love that I’ve been given by all of you. I’ve been procrastinating this till I noticed that I may fall in the ‘all talk no play’ kind of routine, so hopefully it’s not too late!

The very talented Saunved, has thankfully nominated me for the Sunshine Award!sunshine-awardThank you so much Saunved, you’re a great blogger and I’m deeply honored by this! :)

The Sunshine Blog award is an award given to bloggers by other bloggers. It is given to bloggers who are positive and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere.

The rules for this award are:

  • Include the award’s logo in a post or on your Blog.
  • Answer 10 questions about yourself.
  • Nominate 10 Bloggers.
  • Link your nominees to the post and comment on their Blogs, letting them know they have been nominated.
  • Link the person who nominated you.

Alright, now I am required to answer the 10 questions:

Favorite color: Black!

Favorite animal: I don’t have one!

Favorite number: 7

Favorite non-alcoholic drink: non-alcoholic flavored beer!

Prefers Facebook or Twitter: I personally prefer Twitter more!

My passion(s): Listening to and playing music, oh and writing!

Prefers taking or giving presents: Giving makes me feel better!

Favorite pattern: Whoever did those questions had an OCD!

Favorite day(s) of the week: Thursdays and Fridays!

Favorite flower: I don’t have one!

My fellow nominees:

Year ‘Round Thanksgiving Project

Ramblings & other Nonsence

Daily Echo

My Everyday Power Blog


Watch out, world

cognitive reflection

Tracey Ambrose

Human Writes

The Better Man Project

Alright guys! Share the love <3

Musing, my Aunt

I cannot declare in confidence that my life is gonna stay as steady as it is right now. I know for sure that there will be hard times. In other words, there is suffering scheduled to appear in my way, and I have to be ready for it. I don’t wanna fall in the exact same pits that I’ve fallen into before. I wish for a new life, a new beginning, where one can authentically sense his surroundings, speak with confidence, and sleep with no regret. I’ve been there before, I’m there now, so I know how good it is and how ugly it is on the other side.

I’m sorry I haven’t been following up with you guys lately. My aunt is having a Splenectomy today, she’s been suffering from a low platelets count for a while, tried several methods but non of them worked, and now the doctors have no choice but to go for the operation. It’s a small operation actually, we just hope it succeeds in raising the platelets count, hopefully. Could you please keep her in your thoughts and prayers? Thank you <3

May Allah be with us all..