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The River and Its Source

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I didn’t think I was going to write anything today until I randomly opened one of my old notebooks. Actually.. I was searching for a blank page to write down something before it slipped from my memory.

And then the miracle happened.

My eyes caught a quote from a book, and my brain insisted on giving it some workout.

By the way, do you also have this habit of saving the quote but neither the author’s name nor the book it came from?

Just curious to know whether I’m the only person who does this. 

Anyway, this is the quote: “To know a river, you have to know its source.”

So, according to my humble interpretation: to befriend a river, to communicate with it, and certainly to understand it, you have to know its source; how it flows, what kind of life it carries, and when it floods or dries.

Simply put, you have to know where it began, how it lived, and what shaped it.

Don’t you agree that some people are just like rivers.

You can’t truly know them until you know their sources; their history, their nature, their way of life, and certainly the reasons behind their tides.

With people-like-rivers, thoughts,

Nahla

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The Journey With No Brands

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Years ago, my husband and I went to perform Hajj.

I think I once wrote a post about that journey, but I can’t remember which one.

Anyway, as hard as this trip was, it somehow turned out to be just as funny.

I think it was in 2005 when we took a flight to Egypt to leave my two little boys with family. I smile now as I write this post, but back then I wept buckets as we headed to Cairo Airport to take our flight to Saudi Arabia.

In this holy place, there is no place for brands or for showing off. 

I wore a white cotton dress, a white hijab, and simple slippers, just like most of the women.

By the way, women are allowed to wear any colour but I preferred white.

Simple and modest, women put on their clean dresses and hijabs out of obedience and respect for the holy rituals. No one would criticise or even think about the quality or the brand of anyone else’s clothes.

Isn’t this a beautiful picture to be part of and a beautiful memory to treasure.

I reckon no one would believe that my husband and I didn’t take any photos during this trip. 

Honestly, we didn’t.

Simply because, back then, phones were not allowed inside the holy mosque.

So no one would have taken photos to show what they were wearing, how they were praying, or how they were feeling.

Even outside, around the other sights, we didn’t bother taking pictures.

We lived precious moments that carved themselves deeply into our memories for years, and that’s more authentic than any captured photo.

Things have changed a lot these days.

Still, the holy rituals are not for any brands. 

With Hajj’s precious memories and thoughts,

Nahla

Just writing

Community — A Wonderful Word and World

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What do you do to be involved in the community?

Community makes a wonderful word and even a more wonderful world.

It makes you feel assured, supported, and welcome.

As people say, beginnings are always good, happy, and so promising. 

Once you step into it, you spread your wings and soar high, full happiness, as if you’ve just stepped into eternal heaven.

Does community, as a word and as a world, offer any guarantees of any form of utopia?

No.. but you were just hoping it would.

Sooner rather than later, you wake up from your utopian dreams.

It was nice to enjoy a bit of chilling time, though.

But then you understand how it’s just a miniature of the big world, with its earthly humans, yourself included. 

You come face to face with reality, 

You realise that there are the patient and the practical— the ones who can deal with different types of people.

And the there are the sensitive, who don’t have that kind of social stamina. Still they get involved and supportive as much as they can, but only at their own rhythm and within their own limits.

And… just as a piece of advice: when you get involved in a community, don’t expect any kind of utopia.

And for your own piece of mind, 

try as much as you can to mind your own business.

With more realistic community thoughts,

Nahla

Just writing

Bowling: Fun and Science 

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What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?

They say bowling is a science, more precisely physics and this subject has never been my favourite.

I don’t think everyone who plays bowling is thinking science… or do they?

Actually, I like bowling but not the science behind it. And that’s probably why my score is so bad. Always.

Once, a zero score kept me company until halfway through the game. It was so embarrassing that I have to use the barriers; otherwise, I would have gone home breaking the zero-score record and collecting the first embarrassment medal in the history of bowling.

Was it lack of concentration?

No way, because I think of nothing but hitting those shiny, twinkling pins.

Was it the heaviness of the ball?

But I check all of them, and pick the lightest one.

Or was it the power?

Well… I don’t blow the ball; I actually throw it down the lane.

So why do you think I didn’t score much? 

What’s wrong?

I throw the ball, but instead of rolling straight towards the target, which is the pins, it strays off, as if a magnet were  pulling it away.

The only reason I can think of is… Newton. 

Ever since that precious apple hit his head, his ideas have interfered with everything even in a simple bowling game.

Friction, gravity, and other physics concepts become part of the bowling game.

So probably, the more these concepts keep buzzing into your head, the more points you can score.

Perhaps I should really think science next time.

And that’s one of the simple things that needs urgent improvement in my life. 

With physics-bowling thoughts,

Nahla

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F  R  U  I  T

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List your top 5 favorite fruits.

There are many delicious fruits other than the real, ripened ones we eat everyday.

They too need good seeds, healthy soil, and the quiet devotion of  care.

I don’t know, but it just struck me to get some beautiful concepts out of the word fruit itself. 

But first,  have you noticed that Fruit has five letters?

Do you think daily prompts do this on purpose?

Anyway here are the first concepts that came to my mind:

F for kindness 

R for respect

U for unique

I for imagination

T for tender

Imagine all these positive traits served on one plate.

Wouldn’t you feel blessed to have such sweet, nutritious fruits?

With positive fruit thoughts,

Nahla

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Finally… FICTION

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Yes, finally I’m back to fiction.

Phew… it took almost five months to pick a fictional book again.

I really enjoyed reading non- fiction over the last few months.

It wasn’t until yesterday that my brain started begging for a break, a pause from working on those complicated terms and scientific writings.

When I didn’t show any sign of objection, my brain seized the opportunity and explained that he was in dire need of breathing some literary prose, some metaphors, similes and idioms. 

I took a few sips of water, and he sighed deeply before continuing his complaint about how bored sick he felt reading those black- and-white paragraphs. He longed for… imagination with its colours, rhythms, and intrigues.

Request approved, I said.

And finally, I whispered to myself, feeling over the moon.

It was last night when I picked up an old fictional book.

Oh, the poor book has been waiting patiently for that exact moment.

“Welcome back,”he said.

I smiled and started reading.

With back- to -fiction thoughts,

Nahla

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Other Than My Family

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Share a story about someone who had a positive impact on your life.

But of course, my small family has the greatest share in any positive impact on my life.

But for this post, I’d like to talk about someone or something else.

These are books.

Yes — books have changed the way I think, the way I talk, and certainly the way I write.

Books have pulled me away from movies and TV programs altogether. I rarely use our TV, and when I do it’s mainly to watch things with my family. 

People look surprised when I say, “no, I haven’t watched this or that.” And when their brows rise all the way to their hairlines. I simply ask,“have I missed much?”

Of course I haven’t, I whispered to myself.

But, honestly, to draw a clear picture, social media is part and parcel of my daily routine. But, thank God, I’m active on only two platforms.

So back to books, even the books I didn’t like, or the ones that bored me, they encouraged me to form my own views, to use my brain, and my brain warn me not to swallow everything. 

And books are just other people in your life; the ones you come to know through their words, their imagination, and their experiences.

Don’t people say that books are the quietest and most constant of friends?

Indeed, they are.

And that’s why they continue to have a positive impact on my life.

With book-and-friends thoughts,

Nahla

Just writing

It’s a Sunny Day

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Yes, finally the sun is gracing us with some light and warmth.

Still, the wind insists on extending its visit, bringing along its strong-gust companion.

But at least we can say we have a long, sunny day.

It seems the sun is pleased with our happiness.

It feels as though she’s smiling, spreading even more of her shining rays.

But I can hear her whispering that tomorrow she’ll be off on a mission.

Yes, she says she is going to push the wind and its companion as far as possible. 

East or west, she hasn’t decided yet.

Oh, she promises to come back soon to stay longer — a week or more.

Isn’t that great news.

I checked the weather forecast, and it’s all true.

She wasn’t lying.

She’s coming back on Sunday,

and will stay for one whole week,

and hopefully even more.

Time to get ready for a long, warm walk. 

With sunny-day thoughts,

Nahla

Just thinking

April and Still No Fiction

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The thing is, you start reading a book and find a reference to another.

So you make a note to check that book.

You like it, you read it, and the cycle goes on.

That’s how my readings began this year.

I’d set my mind on reading non-fiction from the first of January.

I thought things would change back to fiction soon,

but non-fiction is still the dominant one.

Right now, for example I read about herbs and alternative medicine.

Even though I skip many sections, mostly experiments and pure scientific parts, I still enjoy the rest.

It’s good to learn different things, even if your knowledge is only a tiny bit of the whole work.

And it’s definitely great if, from that morsel of understanding, you don’t stand tall and proud pretending you’ve become an expert. 

Anyway, in one of the books I finished recently, I came across this funny but meaningful quote: 

“Emotions are like parents …, annoying and cumbersome, pushy and old-fashioned, but probably doing things for our own good.”

And honestly, the quote doesn’t need any philosophical explanation. Right?

It was mainly an extract from a serious psychological idea.

Can you guess what it is from the quote?

Have you ever thought about “unwanted thoughts” ?

Those unwanted thoughts are part and parcel of our emotions

So, when you can’t face reality, they simply find enough room to settle into your mind.

But, these unwanted thoughts are like signals—

an alarm clock trying to catch your attention,

to wake you up,

to push you towards the challenge,

and even to change or fix things.

If you don’t cooperate with the signal, 

if you keep snoozing the alarm, 

those unwanted thoughts will turn into a kind of torture,

or a useless burden you carry for no reason.

The author’s idea, as I understand, is to treat unwanted thoughts as a kind of blessing—

a friend in need, 

or even like your parents.

They come mainly to wake you up,

to help you face reality.

If you don’t take the cue, they stay.

And that’s how they become a useless burden.

Get the idea?

Hopefully you do.

With alarming  thoughts,

Nahla

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The Marionette and the Kite

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I wish I knew the names of the inventors of these two string-held toys: the marionette and the kite.

Do you?

Or even know the real story behind their inventions.

I know neither.

Perhaps a quick search online would reveal the full story.

But I’m not actually interested, not right now.

Actually… I don’t like marionettes.

But I really enjoy watching kites drift across in the sky.

Sometimes I wonder why.

If both work with a string.

If both have someone behind the scenes guiding the string with accuracy, talent, and lots of practice.

And, if both exist for fun and entertainment.

Why? 

But aren’t they are totally different?

The marionette is a puppet, 

and a puppet is a puppet.

It is confined to the stage,

manipulated by a hidden person,

for the two can never appear on the same stage.

It talks, sings, and dances.

It tells stories, and people laugh.

And its manipulator is always after the prize — the profit.

But the kite is different.

It is freedom in the open air.

It is quiet, with just a little flipping and flapping.

And, it is wonderfully flexible, soaring high and flying with the wind.

Its manipulator is not hidden.

Actually… they can’t be manipulators.

They always in the open — brave, steady, and smiling.

Their prize is the sight of freedom, strength, and courage.

Now, if you have two invitations: one for a marionette show and the other for a flying–kite show, which one will you choose?

I would definitely choose the flying-kites show.

And that’s why I like kites and don’t like marionettes.

With free-soaring thoughts,

Nahla