I don’t know whether it’s a new phenomenon or if it has always been there and I am just recently noticing it.
Have you ever been on a bus where all of a sudden one of the passengers decides to either answer or make a phone call ? They would talk as though they are at home, as if there is nobody else around, as if they have all the right to disturb others’ peace of mind. Still, that isn’t the main the problem The main issue is swearing, those F words slip off their tongues so easily, so nonchalantly.
You get off the bus, and inhale a deep, fresh, clean air, thanking the Lord that the ride was over. After walking a few steps, you find some children and teenagers, joking, laughing, and repeating that infamous swearing word.
Finally, you get into your house, and close your door, lean against it, and close your eyes. You try your best to forget about that phenomenon. You make a cup of tea, sit at your dinning table, and open your phone to check your email and scan your media accounts. And, there, the post you decide to read, is just another adaptation of a phenomenon that not only disturbs and annoys others, but also degrades the beauty and value of the work.
It’s just at that moment you realise that even if it’s non of your business to change others’ code of behaviour, at least you can try with just a piece of writing.
Please stop it!
With all the best wishes,
Nahla
Tag: life
The Idiot
“There are two kinds of idiots: those who don’t take actions because they have received a threat, and those who think they are taking actions because they have issued a threat.”
Have you ever come across this quote? Do you think it should be taught as a life skill lesson in school and universities?
But isn’t Life the greatest teacher of all?
We all learn this lesson in our lives, though, of course, at different levels.
We call others idiots, but if we take just a quick look at ourselves (not in the mirror but in our minds), we’ll find that we’ve been one at some point.
Have you read Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier? If you have, you might share my opinion that It’s a story full of idiots, though at some point you couldn’t help recollecting some memories that make you just as one.
By the way the above mentioned quote is not from Rebecca. I couldn’t remember the source right now. But, herewith my review and my favourite quote from the book:
/https://nh825.wordpress.com/2025/01/06/rebecca/
“… kindness, and sincerity, and – if I may say so – modesty are worth far more to a man, to a husband, than all the wit and beauty in the world.”
With all the best wishes,
Nahla
What can be better?
What is the greatest gift someone could give you?
First I thought of Time because what could be a better gift than sparing a few moments to show kindness and care for others. Time to talk, to listen, to write, to read, to play, to joke, to buy a gift, send a gift, ….
But then, I thought that your time gift would be worthless, valueless if it is not genuine, if it has no feelings, no specialness. It becomes a show off, a dull routine.
In other words, the greatest gift doesn’t ‘t have to be on your wish list for your birthday, it might be just smile from a child, a prayer from your beloved ones, or a comment on your blog. Just an unexpected, simple, pure gesture. People say, “Whatever comes from the heart, goes to the heart. »
What gift can be better than that?
With all the best wishes,
Nahla
The riddle
“What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in day time, and three legs in the evening?”
Can you solve this riddle? Please don’t search it up, perhaps your answer will make sense as well, and of course you don’t have to share it. I knew about it while reading The Solitaire Mystery.
But, maybe, I can give you a tiny hint about it. Tick off inanimate objects. Ignore the numbers. And, mainly, think of Time. What is Time?
By the way, did you know that the one made the riddle could never be the one who solved it.
/https://nh825.wordpress.com/2024/12/28/the-solitaire-mystery/
With all the best wishes,
Nahla
Knock knock
Who’s knocking?
‘It’s me, the New Year,’ your visitor says.
You open the door and there is your visitor, having travelled a long journey, about 365 days, to visit you just before sunrise when it’s all quiet. Your visitor is smiling, arms open wide, eyes sparkling, in neat, elegant clothing, and smelling of a fresh, morning breeze perfume that wafts through the door and fillles you, and your place.
You seized the – once – in – a year encounter, and prattled about lots of things: the fire works celebrations, the – once – in – a life time trip to celebrate the New Year on the Caribbean or the moon, the special romantic night, the list of your last year’s fulfilled resolutions, the list of complaints about your misfortunes and bad luck, and the list of your sheer luck achievements. (Please feel free to add the things most of us usually think at each and every new year.)
‘Have you changed? The newcomer asks after listening patiently to all that details.
Struck by the question, you stammer, thinking for a minute or two and then say; ‘Of course, with all those details and things I have changed. I should have changed. Everything changed, and is changing. Just wait and see how the New Year celebrations will look next year.” You said the words, full of confidence, gazing at your visitor who looks the same as ever.
Your visitor smiles, seeming to read your mind. ‘Changes don’t have to be mainly physical. And, thanks for the celebrations.’
‘What’s piece of advice are you giving me this year?’ You ask.
‘A new year is a new chapter. Editing your writing font colours and styles makes no significant change to your chapter. It’s the content that does. What you write, what you say, and what you feel is what making your chapter worth reading, and celebrating. Besides, as long as you live, there’ll always be a new chapter to live, to write, and to celebrate whether it’s January or any other month of the year.
‘Oh, I will think about that. Do you want to know my new plans for this year?’ You ask.
‘Does anyone have to read your chapter before it’s done? I’m sure you’ll share it next year,’ the visitor says and leaves.
With all the best wishes,
Nahla
Creativity
How are you creative?
When you use your own voice, your own hands, and your own brain, that what creativity is. Think, imagine, and be you with your own unique signature. That’s creativity.
Does creativity imply perfection? A big WOW? A high rating? I’ll say no, but that’s how I see it.
Creativity might need support, education, and knowledge, but what it needs most is genuineness. And of course, you don’t have to be a celebrity to be creative.
To clarify my point, let’s say I read your post and find it interesting and good, with countless likes and comments, and then I decided to write a similar piece. By the way that’s different from inspiration becuase when we are inspired, we still use our own brains. So, If I follow your style, words, and thoughts, my post will never be creative becuase it wasn’t me writing it ‐ I’m mainly replicating yours. But, that’s not so bad, we are not supposed to be creative everyday, right? Still, there will be a strange feeling, an annoying thought, that will pop into your head every now and then when you remember this post.
We might share the same cake, but it would be more delicious when I put my heart into it.
With all the best wishes,
Nahla
Influencers
Who are the biggest influences in your life?
Years ago, if you asked someone who their biggest influencer was, I can imagine that person would first pause, think, perhaps close their eyes and take a moment to breathe deeply, before giving you their answers. When they started talking, their words will be full of awe, respect, and pure love. They might talk about their parents, teachers, or perhaps a favourite historical figure or special author. In some cases, they would talk about their true friends. I believe that for the pre- social media generation quality mattered more than quantity. Genuine relationships more than pretenses. Am I right?
But as things have change in a way that seemed both ridiculous and vague, I believe, nowadays, today’s selection of influencers depends mainly on quantity. It’s like copy and paste, repetition, drama, and, even worse, the madness of fame. Nowadays, many influencers share nonsense, believe in nothing and everything, and make fortunes of easy money. How many influencers are there nowadays? Countless, thanks to social media platforms. How do they affect you, as a unique individual? Unfortunately, they often reduce you to nothing more than a number, a fan!
Would you search your head ( not your phone), for a role model with no camera in hand, no fancy brand fashion, no cosmetic surgeries, no sophisticated food receipes, no international festivals, no cocoland dreams, etc? Please do!
Congratulations, if you find any!
Have you read my blog Idolization? Please do if you haven’t yet.
https://pure-and-simple.co.uk/2024/12/10/idolization/
With all the best wishes,
Nahla
Such a gift!
Share what you know about the year you were born.
Life is such a wonderful gift, regardless of the year, month, or day of our births.We have nothing to do with our birth place or time, but we have coutless things to appreciate about this divine gift.
What difference does it make if you were born in a special year when a war ended or started? Or when the first spaceship landed on the moon? Or when Romeo and Juliate died? The only thing that truly makes a difference is that you have been gifted with a life to live with all its ups and downs. You have been gifted with a life to sacredize its privicy, its authenticity, and its temporarity.
Have you been grateful to the One created you, gifted you with the most precious gift in your entire life: your Life?
With all the best wishes,
Nahla
Don’t let them age
I remember my grandparents from my mother’s side as I hadn’t seen my father’s since they all died early before he married my mother.
Anyway, my grandparents were barely in their late sixties or early seventies when they died. As a child, I used to believe they were so ancient, so weird. Their house was so big and so old. Not becuase they didn’t have enough money – they did, but because they didn’t like change. They liked their old furniture, the old walls, the old staircase, and even their old clothes.
From my mother’s tales, especially about her father, I believed he was a monster and a tyrant. By the way, he wasn’t religious, but I am not going to detail more because we shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, should we? However, he was, actually, so kind with me. Perhaps, because I used to avoid him all the time, or because I was the quietest of his grandchildren tribe. But, he really was kind, and when he laughed or smiled, I didn’t see him that old at all.
Some people say that the real youth is the youth of the heart and the soul. If you read Mr. MacBride’s story, you will know how important it is to not let either your heart or your soul age.
Have you read The Five Wishes Of Mr MacBride. It’s a wonderful book. Have a look at my review!
https://nh825.wordpress.com/2024/12/17/the-five-wishes-of-mr-murray-mcbride/
With all the best wishes,
Nahla
Confession
As I was reading my book last night, a sentence of my last blog kept nagging at me that I thought I was going to dream about it. But, it inspired me to write today’s blog.
In my last blog, The quiet, shy girl, I said I had never failed. Well, that wasn’t completely a lie, and it did’t awfully prick my conscience. After all, as long as the issue doesn’t involve anyone else, so it’s between God and me, and I prayed for forgiveness. Besides, I was mainly talking about my academic education which as far as I can remember was the truth.
But, of course, Life doesn’t go perfect all the time. Even the genius makes mistakes. We are the offsprings of Adam and Eve; humans with blood, flesh, and emotions. Therefore, we are not perfect, we are not robots. Sometimes, we will get a first-time Pass, and other times we’ll get it on the second or fifth attempt. Or, we’ll change direction and achieve it somewhere, sometime else.
With all the best wishes,
Nahla
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