Tearing up my heart

It was always summer and the future called
We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all,
and there was so much left to dream,
and so much time to make it real

But it was long ago, and it was far away
Oh God, it seems so very far,
and if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car

And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are

Those exact words from a song for meatloaf came to my mind early this morning, although I intended not to write anything about what I'm feeling since four days.

I had my holidays and feast vacation last week and it lasted for 10 days.
I wished to use that time to write some stuff here and post some book reviews, but I didn't fully enjoy my vacation, despite going out with friends, having dinner out, and laughing out loud at the movies... I tried to locate myself in different places, and my mind as well, but It kept thinking about one thing.... Nada's face.

Nada is one of my far relatives, but we were quite good friends when were very young, we were at the same school, and particularly she was with my brother at the very same class.

Nada passed away on the first day of feast in a car accident while going with her husband and baby girl to Sharm El-Sheik. Her Baby Girl Lobna and her husband are fine, but it was Nada who didn't make it, it was her fate to pass away after about 15 hours from the accident due to repercussions in her spleen and because of the usual unequipped hospitals in Egypt (thanx to Sharm el sheik Hospital's unfound equipments and medical ignorance of ER).

After all, it was God's will to take her soul at that very moment.
And as I try to think about it, I try to feel satisfaction, but it comes mixed with rage, agony, and shock.
I can't help but feel shocked, although the last time I saw Nada was about one year ago, but we used to talk, write comments on photos, and communicate through facebook.

I still can't erase Nada's pics from my mind, although she erased them from facebook two months ago.

I numbly attended her funeral and her burial watching huge amount of people, her friends, family, neighbors, and even teachers, all crying her and praying for her.

It tore up my heart when I saw her sweet angel daughter Lobna running, dancing and smiling, and don't understand or even know why all those people are dressed in black.
Lolo is still 1 year and three months old, she's so sweet and calm and always smiling just like her mom.

I saw her for the first time yesterday when I was visiting Nada's parents to console them after they returned from el-Haj.
Seeing Aunt Amani (Nada's mom) made me speechless throughout my 3 and a half hrs visit, I was scarcely holding my tears, seeing her pictures hanged all over the place... A large wedding picture, her graduation picture, and some of Lolo's pictures as well... all of that was stored in my mind till I got into the car on my way home and it played again and again and again.

I burst into tears throughout my way home, and when I started to sleep at night, it all came back to me, that I couldn't just stop crying my heart out until I slept.

I just can't forget her face and her sweet memory, she left good words and good deeds as well that'll be immortal.

I still remember when we used to play at each other's homes, go to the club along with our families, and attend so many occasions together.
Nada was a childhood friend... it was long ago, when we were still so very young and innocent and don't have any problems or anything to cry for except a broken toy or an unsolved homework.
There was still so much to dream of and so much to achieve, but God chose that time knowing that her time and message in life has been done.

she was always intelligent at school, an active and eminent student, and very decent as well.
Nada, the morning Dew, as her name means, was like a sweet dream, a breeze that came so soft, and went by so soft.
I think I'll never ever forget her, coz her loss at that young age and all of a sudden left a wound in my heart.
I'll always pray for little Lolo to be just like her mom, and I'll always pray for you Nada and wish from God that we'll meet again in Heaven ISA.

So... I won't say Goodbye, just... see you again, soon.

You're never forgiven!

In a certain and specific time throughout your life, Have you ever been hurt so bad that you felt very broken hearted, outcast, rejected, depressed, desperate, and longing that all of this would just disappear in a blink of a second?

You just wish you'll wake up one day... and feel a miracle when all of this has gone forever and for good.. the nightmare of even the slightest thought about it has disappeared and you'll start from ground zero, a new start, new heart, new brains, and new emotions.

Assume the miracle happens... it totally and effectively happens!
You'll thank God a lot for the gift of forgetting and pray that you'll be able to forgive as fast or as deep and serious as you forgot, but because true forgiveness is a rare virtue of the strongest and bravest of human beings... you didn't forgive!

There were many times you'll think because you totally forget, so you'll simultaneously and spontaneously forgive... but that's wrong, don't deceit yourself and convince it that you've done so, specially if the one who harmed you in the first place is a total screwed jerk and don't deserve but despise and degrade.

Believe me it's a blessing to forget, a curse not to forgive.
I totally forgot, but I'll never forgive!

Poverty in Egypt and what goes behind the scenes

You may be amazed by the enormous number of poor people living in Egypt, and that’s what you’ll find out in the formal statistics given by our government.

Believe me, reality is more catastrophic and the numbers are increasing not the opposite!

The standard of living here in Egypt, especially in the main cities like Cairo and Alexandria is becoming very high day after day and the government is not having an effective control over the prices.

Salaries and wages are very miserable and pathetic and nearly don’t cover buying a family’s monthly share of bread.

Poverty is the general word, but what goes under it is more than you can ever count.

Let’s start with the main needs of a human being and a respectable citizen in his country… Food and water.

There are still many villages that are not supplied with water pipes or even any source of clean water, as for the water in the main cities, it’s highly saturated with lead and high amount of chlorine that comes while filtering, and that makes it very unhealthy to drink or cook with directly from the tap.

So it’s only available for the rich and the upper middle class to have high quality filters at their homes or buy bottles of mineral water.

What goes for the water goes for the food.

People become very sick and may get cancer or other strange viruses (that are spread nowadays) due to the cheap and unhealthy kinds of food they get. There are chemicals found in the vegetables, other places sell rotten meat and chicken to the poor. That’s beside the bread that looks like the pill of aspirin, only the pill is cleaner, and the way people get bread is very humiliating and weary.

The second thing is Education and job vacancies.

Many kids get out of school and flee to work and support their families when they’re still very young and those are so many (countless), besides of course they have no qualifications that’ll help them find a good job in the future.

Even those who finish school and sometimes a two years or 4 years institution are given the low jobs and of course the very low salaries.

Third is housing, where more than 30 million poor people are living in a very small tin houses placed randomly all around the capital, Cairo in a very anarchistic way. They rarely get any kind of services which includes electricity, water, gas, transportation, and clean roads and sewage system.

One of the shocking examples are those people who were living in El-Doweiqua neighborhood over the Mokattam hill which collapsed over it’s residents killing most of them under the rocks last month.

Many people are living in the graveyard and have lived there all their lives as well.

The places where poverty is at its peak, the rate of crimes, murders, theft, and rape increases as well and ignorance makes people’s behavior less civilized and vagabond.

The images of poverty here in Egypt are countless; those were just a small sample of a numerous examples of the people’s sufferings.

So, not only to focus on that black image, I have to mention that many NGOs in the last 5 years whose work is based mainly for helping the poor is so much dependent on the efforts of young volunteers and the help of the civil society. They are widening their activities every year and needs participation everyday.

I will discuss later some of the ideas that encourage you start helping the poor and affecting their lives.

So what can a normal person do to help eliminating poverty in his country?!

Well, I guess first we have to be very aware of poor people around us. They’re increasing in our country, so if you visit places and neighborhoods where they live (But of course in groups, and in the morning), you can join volunteers in an organization or a charity group that serves the needs of the poor starting from food and supplies to education and better jobs. You’ll see what I’m talking about from the stories of the people themselves, from their faces and their words.

Finally, if the people here stopped cheating, lying, and stealing the country’s money. If everyone paid his/her duties towards his homeland and felt responsible for raising our nation. If everyone stopped throwing garbage in the street, respected the people whether poor or rich, and accomplished his/her work perfectly… we’ll live a better life and poverty will definitely come to an END!

P.S. I’ll search and put a list this weekend with all the NGOs that you can join here in Egypt, which are concerned with serving the poor.

Blog Action Day... Three Days to GO

This year I decided to participate in the Blog Action Day 2008.
Only three days to Go, and I'm still collecting all my thoughts and ideas of what I'm going to write concerning POVERTY on that day!!

How am I going to participate?!... Then I decided that figuring this out will take a lot of time, I'll just log in.. and write what I really feel, pour down all my ideas even if they're small, share my thoughts about poverty globally and locally.

So till I meet everybody on October the 15th to talk about poverty... Remember... Participate now.. sure you'll make a difference... you increase the number of people who wants to fight it and really make a change on that planet.

Watch that and ACT

Blog Action Day 2008 Poverty from Blog Action Day on Vimeo.

Turn your Lights Out!

I didn't write for a whole month now, being so busy in the month of Ramadan which I spent usually cooking, sleeping, or visiting my family and my In-laws.
Not so much work have I done nor even thought about... and then I've celebrated the feast last week (Eid El Fitr) for a whole week along with many of my family and friends... Had delicious meals, saw many movies, hanged out a lot, and had the utmost fun ever after breaking the fast for a whole month (from dusk till dawn).
Now it's time to turn back to work...home work, and writing work, although they weren't missed that much but that's the norm of life. Everything has to get back to where it was.

The one thing I'm going to miss the most is my Lantern.
I dreamt for so many years that someone can buy me my favourite shape of the colorful Ramadan Lantern, and it finally happened this year.
My Husband surprised me with one... so colorful, so delightful, and so (What I want)!
On the first day of Ramadan I lighted it on at dusk and turned it off at dawn, till the very last day I used to do so, and now I had to clean it, remove all the dust, cover it with plastic sheets and keep it till next year:(((

I'll miss it's light so much... My lantern is like a christams tree... feels so happy to buy and light and feels so sad when you have to remove it away.

Here are some pics for my beautiful Lantern... see you next year:))

The egg and the Chick!!!

Yesterday I was sitting with my husband and my brother talking about everything and having some general chat, when they surprised me suddenly with that stupid, yet confusing question: "Hey Mariam, How do you know the difference between the egg with yolk and the egg with a chick?!"

Oh, my God... Really I never thought about it before, I can't even remember if we've studied it at school or not!!

YOU SHOULD ANSWER NOW.... niahahahaha:)))

They were extremely laughing, it's like the question: What came first, the egg or the Chicken?!

They were testing my info and they expect me to give the right answer, because my studies were scientific at high school, my major was chemistry and physics on the contrary my husband and my brother both majored in history and philosophy, so here it is an easy question to test the genius of the family!!!

My answer was simply: "I think they know it when they shake the egg, there's an egg that have a chick and another that have yolk".

Ali & Mohammad: "So Is it the same egg that the same chicken lay or different kind of eggs?"

Me: " I think the chicken lays different kind of eggs, or what else?!!!"

Mohammad: "Ohhhh, poooooooooooor mind".

And then Ali called cherine our friend and gave me the phone and told me to repeat my answer. when I did so, she was horribly laughing. They were betting on me to give the right answer, coz my studies were scientific, and here I failed.

Ali then said that fried chicken is the one that give eggs with yolk.

We burst laughing and we all concluded that chicken lay eggs, the farm man takes immediately the ones he'll sell to be eaten (Eggs with yolk) and leave the others under the chicken so they give chicks in the end... The yolk just turns into a chick... that's it!!

So do you think we're right?!
IS our conclusion stupid or is it nearly the truth?!
If you have an opinion, plz write me a comment.
Yolk or Chick!!!

I've been hacked by ZOMBIES!!!

A few minutes ago, My Arabic blog has been hacked by my husband, my brother, and their friend and my colleague Ahmad ElQotb who helped in uploading that Hilarious Pic...

I gave my husband the permission to use my password to add a new banner for our friend Ahmad's new TV program... Then he and my brother cooporated and used that privilage against me.
They published thier picture as Two ZOMBIEFIED INVESTIGATORS who had just come out from the morgue in my fav. TV series CSI...

That's a lesson you'll learn... never trust ur hubby or siblings, never ever give them ur password, coz that's what they'll be doing in the end!!!

Back for Good

As I've promised myself before that I'll never ever turn my back on that blog... here I am, Back again!
It's been a very long time since I've written anything in here.

My blog has been dead and down for quiet a time, nearly three months. A lot has happened during that time, I've read lots of books that I'll review in the book cozy corner and hopefully will start doing it from next week InshaAllah.

I've also attended the Wikimania 2008 this year which is an annual gathering for those who are interested in the work of the wikimedia foundation, including the great wikipedia, of course. I've met lots of people there and had so much fun. I've visited my family at Alexandria, hanged out with my cousins, attended my young cousin's birthday, and a lot more.

I've written in a new magazine and had my work published this month.

I'm working on a new project, that I will reveal about later, when it's only suitable.

Also it's summer time and everybody's is having a bad time working in summer, and good time having vacation and heading to the sea or even a near pool.

I need to have my share of summer, before ramadan... And Ah, of course, I'm preparing for ramadan.... I need to clean my apartment, buy food and supplies for the month, read more Qur'an and pray more and more, and start to have that magical spiritual shift that takes place every year.

So until I come back again.. see ya in the next post... I'm finally Back For Good!!!

Easter with my Husband

Today I celebrated Easter with my husband and his family…

Mom and dad are out of town. They headed to the north coast along with their friends for a couple of days. My brothers stayed with Granny at home, and I enjoyed the day at El-Ahly Gezira Club Down Town… where the atmosphere was cheerful, the weather’s warm and sunny, and the company was nice.

I remembered back in the days how we used to celebrate Easter all as one family… We had many customs and good habits…

We used to wake up early at 9:00 in the morning and find mom boiling us many eggs and prepared all the colors we can use to draw on our eggs… On one condition (We have to eat the eggs we’ve colored).

I always hated boiled eggs, but Easter Day is an exception… The colored egg looked so tempting and tasted delicious with salt and cumin, on a condition that the yolk has to be hard and well done.

I competed with Mohammad, my brother, on who’ll make the best drawing and colors on his egg. I usually drew a clown or a man with a very big mustache or a blond girl with heavy make-up… I really can’t remember why I was influenced by those three drawings?!
Sometimes I ask my mom to make me a drawing or a shape, and this used to make me soooo happy. And sometimes my brother Mohammad let me draw for him.

After we finish coloring, drawing, and eating, we wash up and put on our summer colorful clothes and head to (El-Mokkatam) hill.

It used to feel so dizzy and frightening to see our car moving up so close to the cliff, but even though, we used to enjoy watching Cairo from the top in that pure and warm weather.

We probably go to El Galaa Club afterwards which was near to our old apartment at Heliopolis, or go to visit grandma and grandpa and eat salted fish, sardine, and anchovies with tomatoes and onions.

As for Easter Celebrations at our school, we used to make cards and draw colored eggs and bunnies… I sucked at drawing bunnies.. and I still suck.
But Mom was very happy with my cards and my drawings, that she’s hanged them on the fridge.

Those memories though they seem so far, but they still are very clear in my head and make me so happy and eager to have the same customs with my future kids:)))

The swing

Sometimes I feel life is like a swing… It goes up high, then it goes down… then it stops, all so quickly.

In order to move it again you need to push hard… either you’ll need the help of somebody, or try to move your shoulders back and fro hard in order to feel the motion again.
I never thought about that when I was a kid, swinging was so much fun and so was life. But when I got older… I could never find the place where they allow big girls my age to swing or to enjoy life!!
I need to swing like I did before… but it’s a dream of course.

It was a time of freedom, no responsibilities.

No one to judge you or judge your actions, No worries about money, the end of the month, paying the bills and the installments… Thinking about cooking, cleaning, working, finishing my articles, taking a day off to spend it only with my husband, organizing the budget, shopping for groceries, ironing our clothes…

Thinking about our ups and downs, good days and bad days, people we should pay visits, family and friends events… OH, MY GOD… Do I think that much?!

I wish I had a swing to put it in my garden in the backyard… I wish I had a garden and a backyard actually… and a big house of course…

I really need to find a swing which could take my age and my weight (I’m fit and not fat at all)…
I need to energize and revive that feeling when I was young… So if anyone knows where can I find a swing (FOR ADULTS) here around Cairo… please tell me.

I need to swing to throw all the heavy stuff and bad memories off my shoulders… I need to swing to feel fun, fabulous, and free again.

Anti soda … Anti COLA!!

After I got married exactly a year ago, I started eating a lot of junk food, drinking a lot of soda, especially dark (coke and Pepsi), and got so passionate about eating lots of chocolate, cream, and fatty food.

My body has always been perfect and my weight is uniquely adequate and I knew I don’t have the tendency to gain weight because that comes from my Family genes… We simply don’t gain weight that easy and we have no fat members in the whole family (from the side of mother and father).

I started noticing about 10 kilos more in my weight.
All the new clothes I bought right before my marriage is not fitting anymore… I lost my flat belly… Everywhere is full of fat… I’m not that active and slim girl who used to eat whatever she wants, then lose all the carbs and calories, by running and walking and even practicing some exercises at home.

But after marriage, I stopped having long walks, stopped eating my mom’s healthy food, and never stopped eating EVERYTHING!!!

During Anxiety and stress, I let it all go with a bar of stuffed chocolate… And of course about more than 1 litre a day of SODA… My fridge is always full of sweets, chocolate, and lots of soda. And when soda specifically run out, I plead to my husband to buy me some from a kiosk at our street that stays 24 hrs open, and sometimes that happens at 4:00 a.m.!!!

The day I clean my home, I usually find not less than 10 cans of soda all around the place, in the living room, in our bedroom, on the dresser, on the floor… it was so pathetic!

So it turned into addiction, which is a disaster by all means.

I decided last month to stop and start this new phase on the 1^st of April… No coke and definitely No Soda… I’ll try hard to do my best, and that’s with the help of my family and specifically my husband.

When he orders me food now, He exchanges the coke with fresh orange juice along with my combo, when I feel thirst I drink water or juice or make tea.

Now it’s the sixth day and I’m still going good and doing great till now… I’m drinking canned apple juice now and mmm… blogging of, course!

So see you again tomorrow.. Bye:)

April’s Fool, Not that Cool

Today’s April’s fool… I used to remember that date and prepare some funny tricks with my friends and sometimes we just make jokes and laugh about it.

But there’s that year at school when we decided to take it real serious, and it actually went sooo far. WAY TOO FAR:)))

I remember it was our last year before getting to join high school, and we were a group of friends (4 of us), Fatema (She’s now married with 2 kids), Amira (Also married with 2 kids), and Heba (I don’t that much about her now), and of course me.

We used to call ourselves (Jet Set) and I really can’t remember why?!

Back to April’s Fool … It was Heba’s idea I guess, then it grew in our minds, and the least one who joined or approved was Amira as usual (She was the school’s angel, but being with us all the time I guess that didn’t last long).

Oh… Here is the idea… We have to get cockroaches (Real Big American Ones. Actually those who swim in the sewage pumps!!!) and then let some free in the classroom and put some in certain girls’ bags:(((

You see how cruel and dirty?!

Heba managed to have a deal with her doorman; she gave him some money so he’d gather some cockroaches and put them in a glass jar.

When the deal was done and April fool’s arrived, everything was prepared. A very big jar with about 7 big cockroaches (Our little beasts) was prepared to blow everybody’s minds, the problem was that we ourselves were so frightened and disgusted, so we decided that we’ll leave only three alive and kill the rest.

Heba handled all the dirty work. She opened up the jar and 1,2,3… she let go of only four (I really can’t remember how’s she done it?!)… they ran free and we chased them and then crushed them with our shoes… YUUUGHH!!

Those who were killed were put on four girls desks. The 3 that were left alive, one was put in a girl’s pen case, and two in others bags… of course we used tweezers to move them from the jar to their new places!

It was a disastrous day… Screams in the classroom, girls running in the corridors, a girl somewhere vomiting and others are crying… We created a real mess.

It was hilarious for us and horrifying for others… but when we all used to remember it we laughed till our stomach aches… Girls… We’re sorry for that (after 12 years now) but we couldn’t help it… Happy April’s Fool:))

Thanks Mom... I'm a Book Worm:)

When I go back in time, I think of the days when I started buying books, reading books, and adoring books… I think that’s a main reason behind me being a writer and reach what I am today, of course beside motivation and help from my family and friends, and in the beginning.. Prayers and supplication.

If I have to choose two persons who made me become a book worm… I’ll choose my mom and her youngest brother, my uncle Tarek who’s staying right now in Saudi Arabia.

I remember that mom used to take me to the Cairo book fair every year after saving some money for the event to buy books both in English and Arabic. My brother Mohammad didn’t show any response or interest in reading, except for Mickey and Donald duck comics which he still reads till now (Me too of course)!

Mom used to buy me famous stories in English such as, the sleeping Beauty, Mary Poppins, Peter Pan, Snow white, and The Red in hood and many 3D books about sailing and discovering the world, Inventions, and astrology which was made by Russian publishers and bookstores, but came in Arabic!

When I grew a little I started with mystery series which was very famous and well-known since the seventies and was written by Mahmoud Salem (The first crime and mystery writer for the youth).

The series was called (The five Adventurers), and there was another edition where there was three another adventurers and came under the name (The three adventurers).
Then I moved to another series by the same writer, called (The thirteen devils), but I didn’t last long cause it was more about spies and inspectors!!

I shifted to a complete new stuff… thrillers and crime novels, and that for my surprise till now was from the age of 10 when I was just reaching the fifth grade… I started with Agatha Christie and finished all her novels both in English and in Arabic… I was very keen on learning the new vocabulary from a little oxford dictionary which I considered at that time my closest friend!
I then moved to Arthur Conan Doyle (The legendary writer of Sherlock Holmes stories), Mary sheily, Edgar Allen Poe, and Stephen King… Thrillers became my favorite novels, and stayed so till now!

Actually I'm very addicted to Dr. Ahmad Khaled Tawfik's series (Ma Waraa2 Al Tabee3a) which means (Behind nature... or I can say supernatural). It's a horror and mystery series which started in the early nineties, and I started reading it from it's beginning till now and own the whole collection which will reach a 100 issue soon... I love it's hero (Refaat Ismaiil) to death, and couldn't imagine my life without him (he is over 70 by the way:))))

When we studied Charles dickens novels and Shakespeare’s plays at school, I loved them very much and went beyond my studies to finish reading all his work in the original edition of old English!

Now thank God, I’m very proud that I’ve read a large amount of books or I may say just a little if I measured it with what I want to read in the future and still reading till now!

Thanks mom and thanks uncle Tarek for making me a book worm.
And In their tribute, I dedicate the Book Review Cozy Corner.

It will start next month by God’s will, as I’m preparing the list of books and also need suggestions from you people about good books for every month…
Till now I chose three books, and I’ll keep them a surprise.

The funny thing is that I’ll add comics as well… who doesn’t read them or love them anyways.. They also deserve a review!
So till we meet in the cozy corner next month… keep following up:)

Make Us Happy ... These are the CHAMPIONS!

A stunning evening ... a glorious night ... and an unforgetable victory that crowned the Egyptian Soccer team, or may I say Heros, in their final battle to win the African Cup for the second time consequently and the sixth time in the history of the African Cup.

A historical match against the untamed lions of Cameroon grabbed us the title again and brought all Egyptians all around the world uncontrollable joy and happiness:)))

I was watching the match with my family at my Grandma's home which is located in one of the most important areas in Cairo that always witnesses huge events (El Tahrir Square)... We all cried and hugged each other when Abo Treika scored our first and only goal of the match, which was made in the begining by the charming and the fighter (Zidane) who struggled till his last breath to pass the ball to Abo Treika who scored tremendously:)))

We celebrated our victory with thousnads of people in El Tahrir Square (My Dad, Mom, Brothers, and me)... We saw different kinds of people merging together... Hapiness make people unite and become one!

I Pray we as Egyptians and as arabs shall unite someday as we did tonight, shall be one hand, one soul, and one heart.

I thank everyone who made us real happy, even for one night in our lives...

Egyptians are suffering the hardships of life everyday and the cruelness and the injustice of the government every second... They need a single touch of hope, and small ray of light, and just one second to smile.... So thanks to every single player and all the staff of the team... from the one who drives thier bus to the one who broadcasts the match for us....

Thanks to Hasan Shehata... Best Egyptian Coach in History (The man of the championship, the leader of the Pharos, and the one who proved that after prayers and supplication ... Impossible is Nothing):)))

Thanks to Abo Treika (who was areal man and sympathised with his brothers inn Gaza Strip), to Hosny abd rabo (Best player in the championship and who proved to be worth playing internationally), to Zidane (who has a nice smiley face, good sense of humor, and who exerted his ultimate power to make us win), to hany Saeed, Ahmad Fathy, Said Moawad, and Mohammad shawki (who are a good gain for the national team and were real men in holding the midfield, defending, and even scoring), to Amr Zaki (The most powerful player I've ever seen, and who've been given the title "The Truck" for his sweeping power and strength)...

Well Done Boys, and well done Egypt...

It's reaching 3:00 a.m. now and I'm still hearing car horns, and some drums being stroked...

We shall continue the celebration tommorow when the heros reach Cairo Airport ISA:)))

A New Day Has Come...

A year went by so fast and another one has come…
Three weeks have already passed from January… The first month of the year and the coldest as well!!
We're shivering underneath our sheets and blankets, holding
Our dreams in one hand and a cup of hot drink in the other!

However and whatever it feels… I love January with all its coldness and cruelty... with its vast space and short time... With it's heavy rain and light sun and warmth.
May be because it's the first... Month number one... The beginning of everything... I used to love everything that's unique and significant, and January feels exactly like one unique month.

Every year I put some plans and try to do only quarter of them which ends up to finishing only 5% of I what I planned or dreamed of..!

Of course that didn't happen all of a sudden… I only walked some baby steps towards my dream.. To be the writer I always wanted to be.. The perfect and super wife.. And may be that's not all I want.. God only knows!

This year I didn't write down any plans yet, they're still in the phase of daydreams and night dreams as well.

I believe writing down your plans needs more than just dreams and wishes. They need strong will the strength to achieve, and the patience to walk the line till its end and wait for the results… You'll continue.

Last year I learned that reaching my dreams needs lots of capabilities which I didn't have or didn't bother to develop... or may I say didn't bother to have!

This year I believe will be the hardest for me…
The year of taking chances.
The year of using all the available resources.
The year of change.
The year of an extreme make-over (Soul and Lifestyle Edition).
The year of standing up for myself.
The year of Glamour, Glory, and Genuine.
The year of having dreams in my head, will in my hand, and steps to achieve them…

This is dedicated to all of those who have dreams and didn't take a single step to turn them into reality…
To all of those who love January…
And to all of those who love the beginning of a new year… and a new day…