Scattered words

I always tend to write about life , or even think about it , to try to understand its logic , but it seems like everytime i somehow start to understand how it rolls , something new change everything up . All these years i have been trying to understand people , their actions , their lifes , and everything concerns how life affects them . It seems like the older we get the more life gets complicated and the more  we tend to spend time alone , and it also seems that the more technology we get the more our life becomes harder and we become more heartless . I have found out finally that no matter what you do people are still going to hurt you , hate you , talk about you , or even ignore you , Unless you are dead . I have found out that as long as there is good there is bad , as long there is pain there is happiness , as long as they talk about others infront of you they talk about you infront of them and as long as there are negativities there are positivities.  ...

A month ago , a friend of mine ( not really a friend ) sent me a picture with my name on it , it wasn't any picture , it was from the land we lost long time ago , that picture really meant the world to me .. Because as i said we lost it long time ago and i don't think i would visit it any time soon ..  As simple as that picture might seem to be to you .. But it is not to me , you see they might have taken our land but they won't stop us from believing that someday we will get it back , they won't stop us from being there by simple letters writen on a small peace of paper and they deffinitaly can't stop us from fighting back even if it was with words .. Maybe .. Just maybe these words someday would turn out to actions .. ❤️ Because this land .. Our land .. Is called palestine. ❤️ ******* موطنٌ سكننا منذ زمن بعيد .. موطنٌ حملنا حبه في عروقنا منذ الأزل ..  منذ اللحظة الأولى و سنوات الدراسة الأولى علمونا حبه .. موطنٌ لم ن...

Heyy friends , it had been ages since i last posted my part 2 of forgiven !! Well , it is finally here ^_^ it took me so long to find a proper end for this story , so now i am so excited about it that it is finally here ❤️ . The end is bit inspired by my lovely friend rawan , i am finally going to post more often since i finally finished this one ^_^ .  I could not wait no more to post this , so i am posting this right now , this late it is 4:00 am here in syria so i hope you all read it even uf it is late :) Hope you enjoy it , also, please tell me if you want me to do a facebook page so it would be more easier for you guys to reach my posts ❤️  I am sorry if this is too long for you but it worth it ❤️. *********** After taking him so long to recover from his brother rami's death , he finally managed to stand up on his feet again , after all these days he thought he would never be okay again since rami left him all alone in that cold house , since ...

Heyy friends , how have you been ?  First if all i want to say that i am really sorry for taking so long to post anything new again , it had been a very weird days. It is creations tuesdayyy agaiin ❤️  Today's post is written by a very dear person , my best friend!! ❤️ Hope you enjoy it and love it too ❤️  Please share your creations with me fir the next tuesday ^_^ ************ هنالك سؤال اكاد لا انفك بطرحه على نفسي في صباح كل يوم،كيف لشيئ ان يؤلم اكثر من فقدان البشر؟  كيف للوطن ان يجرحنا اكثر من احبائنا . عندما نفقد شخص عزيز مهما كانت الاسباب يكون الزمن امثل طبيب ليلتئم جرح الفراق .بينما المعادلة تختلف مع الوطن لتشعر ان الم البعد عنه يتأصل في جوارحك و ينزف مع كل دقة قلب .كيف لارضي ان تتعشق بجسدي مع كل نفس ادخله؟.كيف لجذورها وهوائها وترابها دخول عظامي و الجري في دمائي؟.كيف لارضي السكن في عقلي ودمغ صورتها في روحي؟كيف لوطني ان يؤلمني اكثر من فقدان احبائي؟ لقد اصبت بمتلازمة الوطن!أتدرون اني افكؤ بصورته عند سماع اغاني الحب ...

Hello friends , how are you doing ? I hope you all are just great :))  So , as i have posted a long time a go in my new idea post , which is about posting your own creations ! Well i have finally started it !  Every tuesday there will be a post written by one of you ❤️ You can send your post by my contact me page or just email it to me .  But make sure you follow my instructions written in the - new idea - post .  Much love ❤️ ******* This post is shared by a syrian guy named anas , hope you like it as much as i did ❤️  It is a poem about living alone in a foreign country missing his loved ones ... (حلمنا المهزوم ...) الدرب دربها وانا سائح في بحرها ... هذا ما اقوله لتعلم كم اهوى انفاسها.. يا ترى يأتي يوما واصبح مقيم في هذا الدرب واعشق القدر لاجلها ام اغرق بحواس الجسد العقل القلب ... ام بعطفها  في ليلة من ليالي الخريف المقمرة  وفي صحراء المقطم الموحشة ... يسكنيني عطشها  جئت...

Hey friends, sorry for not uploading on Sundays and Thursdays as i promised you but hopefully i will ^_^ also, this Tuesday is going to be a post of your creations so stay tuned and the part 3 is going to be on this Thursday too :) ❤️ ***** Whenever i see old houses and kids , i could only imagine my childhood and my grandparents , i can only imagine a happy little girl  playing with her siblings games that kids nowadays might have never heard about. I remember how we used to spend weekends at my grandparents house , and how we used to run around the house screaming and laughing , while my grandpa yelled at us to slow down and lower our voices , and my grandma sitting on her old chair talking with my mom .  Every time i visit their house , i get a weird lovely feeling , it is like they have never left and we never grew up and the house isn't empty all alone without kids playing around .  Everything in that old house has a special story to tell ,...

I would like to dedicate this post to the best woman on earth .. My mother . Dear mom .. How many times did we write this sentece before? They always told us to write letters to our moms in school , but we have always did it for the marks , we never thought about its true meaning , like yeah writing a message for my mom , for what? I see her everyday right? Why won't i just go ahead and tell her? . We all have wondered that before right?  Well i'll tell you why , sometimes we want to tell and express to our moms how we feel but they just stuck inside of us and we end up saying stuff we may not really mean .  So ,  Dear mom .. It may seem to you that these are only two words put together to form a sentece which is dear mom , but in fact these two simple words have many words and feelings represented by them .  So mom , how are you doing? Like really how are you? The true answer not the one you always told us about you being fine , we ...