There will be no end for a struggle, as long as you breathe. Am I right?
This is the only statement I have in mind for so long now. It’s true.
My passion and love for cooking will never fade away, but I don’t recognize what’s going on lately. I lost about 6 to 10 kilos. I found my way out of this cage, not freedom, nor will I ever think of freedom. I found a way where I can demolish everything, I forever will be thankful, that my attention now is dragged to Arabic literature. This made me remember my most glorious country I fell in love with, I fell in love with the people and everything about it, its Tunisia my love for this country is endless, the blue doors are everywhere in this country ♥
I’m glad that it was meant to happen, the only way to get over my grief, is to remember the beautiful days, and this is one of the best.
During my early life, I never appreciated Arabic literature, I was content with English but I was wrong, completely wrong. I questioned lately why don’t I have the rush and desire to read book as I use to? I couldn’t figure it out until I decided to go to a public area and ignore the whole world and just focus on my book, and it worked! I am amused and inspired to read when I’m in a public place, the place I chose to read was at a special place, it reminds of someone who use to be, wait, who will always be special.
الحياة الطيبة هي استقرار النفس
ولكن اتهم المشاعر التي لا ترحم
And once an Emirati writer said Yasser Harib (من علامات الحُب أن نظل في اشتياق دائم لمن نحب )
It goes to everybody.