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هو التُخن هيرجع موضة تاني امتى؟ 🙄

"Where has this cold come from? 'It comes from the death of your friend.' Will I always, from now on, be this cold? 'No, it will diminish. But always it will be with you.'" Mary Oliver

"I’m a writer... I can be made of anything."

Do you get anxiety every time you sit down to write or are you normal?

I am running out of empathy.

"Ever since she died I feel that something important has gone missing. I keep searching for her as if she is just out of sight and if I look hard enough that I could find her."

One of the things that makes me feel close to dad at times like this is doing all the little things he used to do, like giving candy and balloons to the little ones, buying flowers to me & my mom, or enjoy a good meal with my family where we discuss our days.

Writing is like most of the time looking into your phone or at the empty pages. Then actually writing for 5 mins before looking at the ceiling 🙄

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I never understood the idea behind puttin someone's picture on a cake It's super creepy to be eating your friend's face 😶

Note to self: You can be a responsible adult and still have fun.

"It's the relationship that heals."

وَكَيْفَ أَخَافُ

"They lived and laughed and loved and left."

اشْدُدْ بِهِ أَزْرِي وأَشْرِكْهُ فِي أَمْرِي كَيْ نُسَبِّحَكَ كَثِيراً ونَذْكُرَكَ كَثِيراً إِنَّكَ كُنْتَ بِنا بَصِيراً

مرة بعد مرة وكرة إثر كرة

والخيرُ كلُّه في يدَيْكَ والشَّرُّ ليس إليكَ