The illusion of strong woman. I thought it was a compliment.
In a world full of gender-stereotypes. I am breaking this one. Im not a strong woman. Im not a superwoman wearing a red cape while the world rests on my shoulder. Im not a unicorn with mystical powers. Im vulnerable. I get hurt. I feel the pain. I appear tough on the outside but Im breaking on the inside.
But Im a woman of strength, Im the woman who lift and build others. Im the woman who conquer the world and chase her dreams. Im the woman who shows courage in the midst of fear. Im the woman, who even in a cloud filled day, still shines bright as the sun. Im the woman who touched the lives of others, young and old. Im the woman with a smile like the sun beam accross the skyline. Im the woman who put her shoulders to the wheel of history, aiming for a better country.
Im a real woman, and REAL is RARE.
Happy ‘late’ Independence Day for all the Tunisian women out there: you are a warrior, a fighter and a healer.
You are such a disappointment. The times I counted on you to get back on people who did me wrong are limitless. You have no inkling how hard it is, for people like me, to see devils like them, with hearts darker than black, walk around with no shame. It breaks my vulnerable soul to shattered pieces. We are all gathered pieces of dusty memories, we drown in our own world. Feeling limited. We are an amalgamation of “living happily ever after” and “how did that happen to us?”. We live between those two moments. There is only oblivion in between. And you, dear Karma, never failed to disappoint my little heart. You have a long list of people to hit up. Yet you are still here, chasing me. And im already being chased by my own demons.
My dear Karma
I have nothing against you because what goes around comes back around and everyone gets served what they deserve. But it’s time for you to take down the bad people who are painting the world with the colour of their hearts. There is a fair amount of negativity on this planet, and all what we need is a little bit of “meraki” and chivalry to raise this world from its ashes.
Stop disappointing me. Don’t watch the sinners sin like a mere spectator! Aren’t you like seasons? Always coming back? It’s right about time for you and me to sit down and have a nice talk. I would tell you that you shut my belief in you and you would tell me that it’s time for me to seize the great things ahead. So here’s to everything that i’ve battled! To everyone that i’ve lost! To everything that I survived and learnt! And to all the great things that lie ahead! Cheers! 🍺
Im forever chasing happiness. Because I do believe that there’s an abandonned flower in everyone’s mind that deserves to bloom, and the one inside my mind deserves to grow gardens too.
I wish I was a rebel. So my eyes don’t see things and just accept them.
I wish I was a revolution. That for every word I say, I set fire.
I wish I was a warrior. That for everytime my soul screams, I start a war.
But dear, you have no idea! Because im living in oblivion, in a world of Q and no As. My mind breaks, my heart shakes, my stomach and belly button, they mummble and tremble.
Im searching for myself every now and then. The hard thing is, I am heading towards a cliff, and the hardest thing is, I don’t mind falling.
But maybe falling is not bad this time. Because when you fall, that’s when you start to escalate. That’s our nature, this is how we are, humans, we like to see a little bit of destruction.
We destroy each other with the spoken words. I once read ‘what if we were allotted only a certain number of words in our lifetime?’ would you know how, when and where to use them? Will you still be able to ideate your thoughts and throw them out? Will you still be able to tell people what you like and don’t like about them? Is it even worth it? Because once you say something, you can not ‘unsay’ it. It’s like seeing and learning. Once you see and learn something, you can absolutely not unsee or unlearn it. That’s how life works.
Choose your own words wisely, because dear, you have no idea what someone is going through right then.
– Some wild, wild thoughts –
My MUM have always been like a lullaby, a beautiful lullaby. So calm, so peaceful. I’ve always felt her heart reaching out to protect mine.
My MUM has the best forehead kisses, I once read (in the mesmerizing book: Everything, Everything) that on average, we replace the upper layer of our skin every two weeks, so normally every scent of the kisses we get are gone. My MUM’s kisses are the ones that would never go. They are always there to comfort me every once in a while. They are the kind of kisses that will ease your mind and free your heart and soul.
My MUM taught me to be good, to do all the good i can, to all the people i can, in all the ways i can, as long as i ever can.
My MUM made me believe in love at the first sight, because that’s how i fell in love with her when my eyes met hers the moment she held me in her hands for the first time ever, when i was a baby.
My MUM? A masterpiece.
Words and actions define us, so how do you define yourself? By words or by actions? Words are like a room, an empty, tiny closed room. You feel safe and secure. Yet they are so weak and vulnerable. We often tend to use words rather then actions, none of us is trying to step out of his comfort zone and make a powerful action. We do need to hold on to the truth that actions beat words, we need to believe that no matter how strong our speech was, there will always be a little emptiness in within and the ultimate way to fulfill that gap is to make an action and no matter how small it is, it might change something, anything. It’s time for you, for me and for all of us to get out of that safe room, lock it and throw that key far away, it’s time to get out of our comfort zone, of the WORDS zone and we’ll be delighted by the ease with which we’ll walk on this earth. Start taking actions, great ones, be like a beautiful garden where everything good could grow, make someone’s day by the little things you are able to do and don’t underestimate their power. They say not all heroes wear capes, so be someone’s hero and make them a little bit of something rather than telling them that you are going to do it, surprise them babe, seriously, beat words, beat them with ACTIONS.
Ps; I’m going to dedicate a whole article to tell you why NorthStar.