Ola عُلا

“I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest changed in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.”

You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want. Not until it’s right in front of them.

And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

يا ربّي، إني وكلتك أمري، اللهم فاختر لي الخير وقدّمه ولا تكلني إلى نفسي، اللهم أنت الملاذ والرجاء، فاختر ما تراه رحمة لي، لا ما أراه.

ليس من شأنك ما أنا عليه إن لم اضرك.