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Five Common Examples

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Share five things you’re good at.

These can be your hobbies, I guess. Because we are usually good at things we enjoy. Right? But we can also be bad at things we like. Now let me explain with five common examples:

Cooking. Nothing is better than homemade food— I totally agree. I love cooking and baking, but the outcome isn’t always consistent. Sometimes I receive a surprising Wow, and other times, I get something like, ‘ have you changed something?’ Which, by the way, doesn’t mean food was awful but… not as nice.

Walking. Such a simple exercise that costs nothing! I enjoy it, but my consistency is around average. In summer, it can go above average, but in winter, with its strong gusts and heavy showers, exercising feels cosier indoors.

Listening. They say listening is a life skill. Well.. that depends of course on concentration. I enjoy it, but sometimes, the mind can’t help wandering into a book, a phone call, or even an old memory. And, in the end, it all depends on the narrative, and on the narrator.

Imagination. I suppose most readers and writers are good at imagination. Otherwise, they wouldn’t enjoy either. But, it’s important to draw a line between reality and imagination. For example, the first man who imagined the possibility of flying was so brave and clever, yet his imagination wasn’t enough for a successful trial. Unfortunately he didn’t survive.

Learning. Nowadays with all this technology and so many resources, learning is available to almost everyone. One has just to know the right option and the direction to follow. I have mine, which goes well with my own rythm and preferences.

Well… even if one is good at something, it doesn’t mean they are perfect. But, at least one should try.

With hope and peace,

Nahla

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Reading Challenge: From Plan to Result

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I haven’t finished it yet, and I have only myself to blame. 

Do you know why? 

Imagine you decide to join a marathon even though you know you’re more of a walker. You’re not slow, but you simply like to take your time, enjoying the scenery and your surroundings. 

So I began my 2025 reading marathon with a plan to finish 60 books.

Of course, at the start line, I was full of enthusiasm, energy, and dedication, but things always happen.

A few months later, the target began to feel unrealistic, especially as doubt started whispering logic into my head, equipped with sensible calculations and reasons. 

I dropped my challenge to 50 books, and slowed down running.

Halfway through the year, a few complicated books challenged my target, and made me feel as if I were running up a steep hill. And don’t forget, I’m not really a runner. So, I changed to jogging instead, and dropped my challenge to 40 books.

Now, it’s almost the end of the year, and I have no plan to drop the number again.

My score is so far 33 books.

If I make it, I make it.

If not, I’ll make a sensible plan for 2026.

At least that’s what inspired me to write this post.

With hope and peace,

Nahla

P.S.S

Please don’t be disappointed or discouraged by this post. I hope as much that you will read it as I hope you will fulfil your own reading challenge target. 

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All together, All at Once

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Today is a typical English weather day.

It’s windy, really windy, with gusts about 45mph.

And it’s sunny and warm. You could say… it is neither warm nor cold.

And it’s cloudy, and what beautiful clouds we have today; grey, white, and golden yellow. A stunning portrait of natural beauty!

And it will be rainy ( a bit later.) Still let’s imagine it; drizzles then light then heavy showers.

And it’s a busy morning: wind rustling, birds soaring and singing, trees swishing, cars racing, buses braking, children hollering, road workers drilling, and aeroplanes whooshing through the sky. What a real, live soundtrack!  

Won’t this beauty make you happy, make you alive, make you feel blessed?

How many times do we have this beauty all together, all at once?

Sometimes all we need to do is to set aside whatever we’re doing, stand by the window, and simply look around.

With hope and peace,

Nahla

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Pride Comes Before The Fall

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Do you believe in this moral?

I hope you will keep reading, even if you don’t.

But, I do.

Do you know why?

Here’s why…

Because pompous people are too blind to see anything and anyone but themselves.

They walk the darkest roads, convinced they are the light.

They build vast empire, believing they will last forever, into infinity.

They accumulate wealth and make fortunes, believing that they will never taste need or misery.

They look down on others, convinced that they are the superior, the supreme.

And they hate truth, evade it, and believe they are right even though they know they are wrong.

But…

Dark roads are dangerous, full of humps, holes, and perhaps even a massive trench. And fake light doesn’t give good light. Fake light doesn’t guide. Fake light doesn’t last.

That’s a pompous fall.

Empires may be vast in shape, in power, in wealth. But, before these empires, there were other great empires. All becomes history, and history teaches us we that the greatest empires can vanish in the blink of an eye.

Another pompous fall.

Do wealth and fortune guarantee true happiness or only the hollow repetition of the name without living its meaning? The pompous crave genuine happiness, dream of it, but what they grab is nothing more than the word itself.

Another fall.

Doesn’t it happen that the very ones the pompous looks down on, may one day become their keepers, their leaders, and perhaps even their partners? The tables turn.

Another fall.

Truth is objective, but the pompous makes it subjective.  They miscalculate, misuse, and misjudge, intentionally. Then, instead of admitting their mistake, they raise their heads high, puff their chests, and announce that anything is possible. So, 2+2 can be five, or even ten if they think so. But, truth walks its own path, and survives. 

Another fall.

And there can be more falls. 

If there were no such pride, there would not be so many falls.

Got it!

Now, do you believe in the moral?

With hope and peace,

Nahla

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Do you think I am right?

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Do you like to read a review with a spoiler or not? 

I don’t like spoilers, but sometimes… when a book is too boring to enjoy, too complicated to follow, or… too bold to imagine, I take the shortcut and try them.

But, when I write a review, I try my best to keep it spoiler-free. At the end of the day, what’s the point of giving away the story instead of encouraging others to read it? Most dishes served on golden plates, are not really filling, right?

Have you ever heard the phrase “my mortal enemy”?

Well, that’s the title of the book I’ve just finished. 

Some people curse their lives, blame others for their misfortune, and regret their choices. They begin to believe that the closer the person is, the more likely they are to become an enemy. 

Things happen when, for example, a friend turns against you, or when someone you trusted becomes the cause of problems rather than the solution.

But, what about your inner selfish self, your bitter self that starts all the dilemmas? Could they be your mortal enemy? 

Some stories make you think twice before taking sides with any character, because the morals they give are not always true. 

So, as we say in Arabic: don’t say Amen to whatever others say—remember to use your brain!

With hope and peace,

Nahla 

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Simple Recipe for Driving Life

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Release.

Accept.

Live.

And—

Don’t stare long into the mirror,

into the past,

into the dark.

or …

into your fear.

What is missed is missed.

Embrace the change.

And focus on the present.

The road ahead might have more surprises,

than what’s been left behind.

Long story short;

Steer your life as safely as you steer the wheel of your car.

With hope and peace,

Nahla

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Cats’ Routine

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What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?

A month or two ago, my son’s friend brought his cat home for a short visit while he was travelling abroad. Actually it was my suggestion. I was both excited and relieved as a few days won’t form a strong bond between you and your favourite pet—cats. 

Cats seem to have an anticlockwise routine, right? 

They sleep most of the day, and stay awake all the night.

Perhaps yours is different, but the ones I’ve had the honour to befriend have always followed that routine.

So, when the cat arrived safe and sound, she ran and disappeared behind the sofa.

Expected.

The place was new and so we were.

A few hours later, night fell, and she was still hiding. 

I tried to give her food, but she didn’t eat.

I cradled her in my arms, but she leapt away and disappeared behind the same place.

I closed the door and left her in peace.

But there was no peace.

The big fun began—

noise echoed downstairs.

running,

sliding

and jumping.

‘That’s the cat,’ I told my daughter, couldn’t help laughing at her panicked face .

In the morning, we were the ones making the hustle and bustle, and the cat watched us with heavy lids, and half closed eyes.

But by afternoon, she was full of energy.

After stretching her four limbs, and letting out this wide, funny yawn, she jumped and stood onto the windowsill.

Like a hawk, she watched the birds, the flies, and perhaps other creatures we can’t see.

Her tail swayed, and eyes shone as if she was plotting how to catch them for dinner.

A bit later, she tiptoed around the house, exploring every room and corner. 

Then she slipped back to her hiding place, curling into her catnap, until it was our turn to go to bed and leave her free to have all the fun she wanted.

Sometimes I wonder if cats can ever skip their catnap? 

But I think that would hardly happen.

Honestly if there’s one thing I wish I could add to my routine, it would be the catnap, but then it would be the hardest thing to skip.

With hope and peace,

Nahla

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A Pet in The Vacuum!

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What is good about having a pet?

It happens that, out of all the books you read, some leave you with funny memories. You may totally forget the author and the book, yet some of its narrative, perhaps its themes, stuck into your head. 

Have you experienced this before? 

I have, and that’s what inspired me to write this post.

So, in one of the novels by a popular author( whose name I cannot remember right now, and if I try, I will lose the thread of this post)

But you don’t want me to lose the thread, do you?

Now, back to the main point: a parrot was one of the characters in the story. He wasn’t a main character, but an essential one. 

Do you wonder why? 

Because he brightened the last days of an old lady’s life. 

By the way, in Egypt, when one repeats other’s words without thinking— or worse without understanding, they’re called a parrot. 

In the story the parrot was… imprudent, throwing swearing words at others, not for fun or for a fight, but because his owner was professional in that craft. 

Then one day, the person who was taking care of the parrot while his friend was away on business, decided to give her flat a good cleaning. She grabbed the vacuum, turned it on, and got to work. The place looked so clean and tidy, but something was missing.

She felt something was missing, clearly, definitely missing. And that was it: the flat was so quiet. She could hear a pin drop. But how? Where was the source of everyday noise, the maestro of the swearing symphony? 

A few moments later, she saw him, swallowed by the vacuum and trapped inside like a fluffy toy.

She rushed to pull him out and held him in her hands. 

His eyes were open and he was breathing, but that was all. 

It seemed the shock, whether an electric or emotional, had switched off his brain. 

For days, his condition remained unchanged. No noise, no food. Still, he was alive.

A few days later, he was taken to the old lady. She laughed at his mishap, but she also felt sorry for him. 

She didn’t give up on him. Every day, she gave him food and water.

Bit by bit, his life was restored, but his voice was never the same. And, the good thing was he lost his old vocabulary. Yet he made the old lady laugh, and she felt quiet responsibility towards that poor creature. 

I remember there was a quote that explained how a pet can help people live longer and happier. 

Now take care,

Watch the vacuum,

And teach your pet good manners! 

With hope and peace,

 Nahla

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Can a Blog Be Your Favourite Place?

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What is your favorite place to go in your city?

Why not?

All you have to do is to think about it.

Actually, I like this idea. 

I like to think about how, in my blog, I begin to practise creativity, how I find my voice, and how ideas and thoughts start to flow. 

It becomes my favourite place in my city of writing. 

By the way, I have another favourite place in my imaginative city—books. 

You can’t write without reading, can you?

Books are not only for reading with your eyes but also for imagining with your mind.

You imagine characters, and you also imagine their places, their cities, and their era.

Or you may prefer science, philosophy, or even politics, and there too, you’ll find yourself as if you were in your favourite place.

So, wherever you live, in a small or big city, if you pick up a book and really enjoy it, your reading will turn into a visit, short or long, to a special, imaginative spot in your imaginative city.

Just imagine: step out for a moment from the real world, from the actual city. 

Now step into your imaginative city,

to write

or to read.

With hope and peace,

Nahla

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No WiFi, No Signal

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Isn’t she so cute?

I have no idea what drew her to climb almost to the top of the mountain.

There wasn’t another sheep around.

Yes, I looked around.

None.

Perhaps, the grass up there is more delicious, greener, or fresher.

Either way, she looks safe and happy.

But you know what? 

She reminds me of that old philosophical question:

Do humans live to eat, or eat to live? 

‘Of course we eat to live,’ we answer with a pompous air of superiority.

But… excuse me, may I ask: how many meals did you have today?

And don’t forget to count the drinks.

Oh, and the desserts.

And yes, yes, all the fruits and vegetables for maintaining that healthy lifestyle. 

But, honestly… haven’t it just crossed your mind to have this cute sheep for dinner?

Now tell me, do you… really eat to live or live to eat? 

And that’s not all.

With all due humbleness and respect, I would like to introduce a new twist on the old question:

Do we live to eat or to share photos of what we eat? 

Watch one recipe, and suddenly loads of similar and different dishes will pop up from all around the world.

Instead of leaving your mouth watering, they trap you in digital gluttony, stuffed with endless edited images, repeating clips, and untasted flavours. 

Why, this cute sheep would grow more horns if she watched all those endless posts of food recipes.

With no baaaa or maaaa, she would give the same look she gave me for the photo, and continue enjoying her one authentic recipe—the mountain grass.

As if to say, ‘I do survive with no wifi, no signal.’

With hope and peace,

Nahla