Words Can Change

Sometimes I get scared..that my love to her is way more than her love to me, if I may call it “her love”. I am scared that I am giving everything I have..all my resources and power. I get scared that it will run out of me. I’d apologize to her, even if I also needed to be apologized for.I’d wait for her to come by..most of the time. I’d wait for a message and I am afraid that she is waiting ..I am…

To refuse to sink..isn’t just a state of mind..isn’t just to fight.. Sometimes to let go and let these waves take you to the unkown..maybe the unknown is your destiney..or until you gather your strength..

Writing 101- Give and Take- Speaking of Society

While listening to an Arabic songs, the lyrics of the song raised so many red flags and I commented to my cousin

“Is the song writer suggests that he got offended by the idea of his daughter working?” I asked

“Well, he is trying to show that women shouldn’t work!” She replied

“Woman shouldn’t work?!!” I said in temper

“Yes, they shouldn’t!” she replied “They should get married and take care of…

She was standing on the corner smoking hookah, unlike every one who smokes hookah; sitting. She was observing, listening, commenting, and answering her phone. I knew on the spot that this girl is nothing but a pure energy.

” You’re hyper”

“No, Hyperactive” she said.

She kept sending me these music links. Some were trend, some were old, and some were extremely deep. I remember there was a day…

Seriously Lost-Part 2-The bus stop

I gave up on school and education the moment I lost connection with my family. I wanted to give up on work as well, but I realized that it was the only minimum resource I have left to keep me in shape. It was the only thing left to pay the room that I have rented at my friend’s house, and probably some food.

I used to force myself out of bed every morning, the bills and basic needs were my only…

He wrote his heart in it, the good and the bad stuff. The things that I would never want to know or hear, however, it was right there waiting for me to read.

As I opened the letter, everything was back like a movie scene. Things I can never forget or forgive.

I could feel him biting his fingers because of regret. I could see his tears blurring the ink away.

I could never hate him again..

but I…

Seriously lost- The voice mail

It was the time I needed to step up for myself and start my life as I knew it. I thought that Charlie, my brother, would be supportive of this decision. I was almost sure that I was going to rock my own life.

I was just in my preparation mode, when Charlie figured it all out. He was angry and furious.

“You think you’d make it on your own” he said

“why not, I am capable of leading my life” I…

The room of Canari de Byblos hotel

I woke up after a long night of drinking and smoking in the room of Canari de Byblos hotel, I could hear the rain hitting the small balcony. I could feel the cold breeze coming from the slightly opened door.

I had to wear a sweater as my body started to shake. I lighted a cigarette, and stepped outside on the small balcony of Canari de Byblos. The sun was about to spread its yarns to declare a…

There are so many things that might happen in the near future; some could sound exciting and depressing at once.

I have an opportunity of leaving and starting something new, although it sounds exciting to experience new people, new language, new every thing. I have already made my research about the life i am expecting in the near future. I have looked at pictures of the beach I will be walking…

I keep running towards that door..

I keep ringing the bell..

Not sure if I am just cold outside..

or to hide in her shell..

Maybe I belong there..

Maybe I am just scared..

Maybe I am haunted by her memory..

and too scared to see her face..

I remember..she used to say

things I could never forget..

things that could live with me forever..

things that scares me

things to keep me enslaved..

oh! how I…

I am that, I am!

The journey will never stop to find the purpose of our lives..we will be put under the hardest tests and the most breaking ones. That’s a fact.

The question I ask myself today; what is my purpose? who am I? what do I really want?

Regardless of what you think and what really matters to you. Regardless, whether or not, most of you,  has found their purpose, who they really are, and what do they…

Every Cloud has a silver linings

It was a time I struggled to find myself, to fight for my dreams, and for who I am.

Nothing was going the way I wanted it, nothing was working out, and everything was just messed up in so many levels. “I cannot do it anymore.” I said. “I cannot fight with no signs of hope at the end of this dark road.” It was the day I gave in for depression, for weakness, and for a lost war.

If I had known any…

They say money cannot buy happiness, but I don’t think I would be depressed if I was sun tanning at some beach drinking tequila. 

That’s one ugly truth about life, money, and happiness.

In the movie “pursuit of happiness” Will Smith and his son Jaden Smith struggled for so long because of money, they were broken, poor, and homeless for a fair amount of time. Regardless of the idea of his…

Just say it…

I can feel it

behind every smile..

I caught you in my dreams last night

thinking of me

I felt your fears and worries..

They don’t scare me,

but I must respect

I do not want perfection

I do not want complicated

I do not want romantic

I want you, and I know..

If our souls met

there will be no complication, imperfection, or romance

No romance, I said?

your imperfection is romantic

your chaos is…

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

  Stories being untold …rushing like a flood to my pencil tip

calm down I said , I demanded my head “If a story cannot be a rage, it is better to be on hold.”

- Joanna Ibrahim

March 18th, 2014 I wrote this:

How can someone believe in themselves? I don’t believe in myself..I don’t believe I can do anything..I  just one giant loser..every time I put my mind into something..I chicken out. I am not committed at anything..not even my eating habits, work, love, being happy. I am glad I didn’t quit on my life just yet. I look at people around me..and I see them committed to…

My life needs it’s hero; ME

I am that kind..the one that get attached to place. I’ve spent around 4 years in two different places; Beirut and Tucson. I must say, it took me no time to get attached.

I believe the feelings I develop during the time of my stay in each city is the reason behind my attachment.

In Tuscan, The feelings of being free and independent caught me in the middle. Nobody cared whom I fall in with or whom…