The Words Worth

Era nuestro ultimo primer dia de clases. La energia mas abundante y positiva que nunca. El año que habíamos esperado toda nuestra vida, por fin había llegado. Empezamos a hacer planes, tomar decisiones importantes, hablar de nuestro futuro y de todo lo que estábamos seguros estaba por venir. Como si nada, estábamos ya a 3 meses de graduarnos y - “ Estimados estudiantes y padres de familia, Como saben el Presidente ha cerrado los colegios, efectivo inmediatamente.” Todo cambio, un Miercoles, 11 de marzo a las 5:51 pm, cuando recibimos esta noticia. Nadie imaginó que el correo que contenía esas palabras le daría un giro de 360 grados a todo lo que creíamos saber, nadie imaginó que ese dia empezariamos a tachar fechas importantes en nuestro calendario y empezariamos a vivir en una incertidumbre tan agobiante. Nadie mucho menos, imagino que esa noticia tan inesperada marcaría el fin de una de las etapas más importantes de nuestras vidas.  Sin previo aviso y de repente, un v...

//A reflection: The uncertainty of life Uncertainty is, I dare say, the only absolute truth of life, and it is precisely this truth, which humans often forget, that enables us to appreciate the simple, yet most meaningful things of life. As Socrates once stated, the only thing we know is that we know nothing. Since the origin of our existence, humans have incessantly pursued evolution, development, change. Yet what still remains unaltered among all this innovation, is the uncertainty. The uncertainty of the past, the present and the future. The ambiguity of life. It is too often that we forget this simple truth. We fail to remember that in reality, we control nothing, we know nothing, we have power over nothing. More importantly, we forget the fragility of human life. We forget all this because it is too complex to understand, and humanity is too fearful of accepting what it does not understand. We opt instead, to live on the surface of life, fixed in the ma...

“ Slavery ”, “ humiliating ”, “ abusing ”, “ filthy ”, “ degrading ”, “ easy way out” . All these stigmas are used when describing a prostitute, yet it is all this that grants Firdaus utter freedom. This novel uncovers the naked truth of what it means to be a woman in an egyptian patriarchal society in the early 1980’s. In the world that Firdaus knows, women exist to serve men, women belong to men, women reside in the power of the hands of men. Female humans are objects, possessions, slaves and pleasure machines; in Firdaus society “all women are prostitutes of one kind or another” . She accepts the crude reality of what women are; arguing that “men force women to sell their bodies at a price, and that the lowest paid body is that of a wife”  Wives are maltreated prostitutes who trade their sexual service for regular subsistence, housing and support of their offspring. Prostitutes are autonomous prostitutes who trade their sexual service for freedom. In the end however, Firdaus co...

What The Circus Meant For Me I remember when the circus was nothing more than a dream, but in the blink of an eye one of the best experiences of my life came to an end. It was not merely a memorable event, but a harsh slap in the face, the utter realization that life is passing by, and that we are indeed growing up. When doing the circus I became aware of the fact that every good thing comes to an end, and how important it is to be grateful and conscious of the times when positivity and bliss are bursting. The circus was a turning point which changed the way I saw experiences. I am still unable to get past the fact that it has come to an end and I honestly don’t know why. Different experiences are assimilated differently by each individual, and for me, it was one which touched me at a profound level. The realization that everything and everyone is brief, temporary, intrigued me. So much happened in those months that I was nothing but utterly overwhelmed. When it so suddenly con...

                                                                   A SERIES OF INTIMATE INDIVIDUALS They provide guardianship and we seek security from them. Still, fathers never fail to teach us how to love ourselves, how to protect us, and how much we are worth. Their role in our lives becomes the base of our personality and confidence, with it, we grow and learn to become independent. Fathers are a crucial role in the life of a human being. They not only give their all to make their children and family happy, but they are also the ones who think the very best of you, who belive in you the most, even when no one does. They stand, clapping, supporting, when no one else is.

                                                           A SERIES OF INTIMATE INDIVIDUALS With their wisdom acquired from years they give you guidance throughout your life. With their words full of love they comfort you, with their arms they protect you, with their mind they educate you. From thier womb they have felt nothing but utter, perfect love and with it you have grown. Mothers, the human beings who know us the most, who want solely the best for us. I can see no life without my mother, the only thing they don't teach us, is how to live without a mother...

A SERIES OF INTIMATE INDIVIDUALS The bond between siblings is not merely of blood, but of soul. They've seen the worst side of you, yet their love is unconditional. You grow and learn by each other's side, always supporting and having one another's back. That's the beauty of siblings, that unwavering trust and profound love, that fearless sense of protection for eac h other.

Just a thought.   Being a ‘good’ person has become so relative. Something so simple, has become so complex . A human being can pray, believe in god, give, go to church, serve, and all those qualities that we “think” makes a human “good”. The question however isn't what you believe in or what method of living you follow but how you treat people and who you are, that reflects your true self. People get so often confused about what makes a “good” person that they believe that the way you appear, dress, look,  will determine who you are. In these times we see the human race eating each other with criticism and basing a person’s integrity by their appearance. If we see a women in a short dress or shrill colors, we immediately believe she is a sinful, seductive woman, but what we ourselves fail to understand is that, in making that assumption, without the proper knowledge, talks more about ourselves than of that women. Society inundates us with expectations of how we shou...

My eye open and as my vision adjusts the ugliness of the room becomes evident. I am in a small room, it looks old; its white-grey paint is falling apart. It’s dark, so I can barely make out what seems to be metallic tables at the back of the room.  I cannot however, make out if there are things on them. It is gloomy and my vision can only reach a low extent. I’m drowning in confusion… it's all so puzzling, Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here? My head spins and spins. I try to stand up but I can’t, I am tightly gripped and unable to move. My heart starts to beat extremely fast, and I start to panic. Where am I? I cry. My mind is pounding so hard I feel my brain is coming out. I gasp for air, as I try to escape those awful, throbbing chains. Desperation and dread consume me, and I can’t longer think straight. I stiffen as the events that had occurred flash rapidly though my mind.   I remember how I got here. The memory comes so sudden it leaves me breathless. ...

A great destiny has been laid upon you By the one and only god. Evil is lurking, waiting to destroy You shall strike the devil before it’s too late. Your pureness must be kept well locked, As the key it is for you to succeed. You will burst like flames and the twins will collide, As if you triumph you will be granted a wish. If your soul is needed for justice you shall give it without hesitation and with no complaint, Since many lives are more worthy than only one

The city of Faar is governed by the hands of pure evil twin sisters, unstoppable evil lurks around. The twin sisters are consuming every inch of their own kingdom, led by their own selfishness and acquisitiveness. The whole world seems to fall apart, people are tired of their cruelty, tired of blood being spilled and when everything seemed hopeless a girl, April Lanace finally discovers the concealing truth about herself and the world around. Behind the black rag she uses, a truly beautiful person remains shrouded. She has more power than she imagines. However, she will now have to choose which path is right. If she is willing to save Faar from the devil reign and make finally peace among every one she must keep herself prudent since to do justice you must be pure of heart.  Yet, she isn’t aware the devil is close, lurking. It  has laid a weapon, a weapon which could change all her decisions and make her journey far more tricky. Will she be strong enough and suppress what s...