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Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Review on " I let you go " by Clare Mackintosh

Is it what love to you, Mother?

Lying in silence, watching me shutter.

Eager to cry, but never bother.

To say no, to walk away, to save us all together.

Yet you thought, you can make,

Old demons smile,zombie's heart shake.

Uninvited,fear get to you with no break.

Getting high, step by step, partake.

Outloud like a Porsche with no brake.

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Review on " I let you go " by Clare Mackintosh.

As always I never saw a book as a way of entertainment or something useful or educational. In fact, it was always quite the opposite.

Books are Journeys, with every book there's new discoveries, new dimensions and new life.

And here's my latest adventure in points:

Monsters are never born...they are created, cause we all are born the same. This book won't tell you how to create one. It tells you how it feels to live with one.

JUSTICE. It's supposed to be easy, live in peace. But what I really got from this book is reality has so many different shades of grey and that there's a very different yet thin line between the truth and the reality. ( you may spend your whole life believing in something not even real ).

Quite a deep book review, ha??? Wait for it😍😎😋

Men are superheroes or at least that what we see, powerful heroes with tons of muscles. For a lot of people (unfortunately most), Insecurity is a womanly thing like they are born to fear and cope with it. What nearly kills you is that most women feel insecure, they are raised to believe that fear is a normal thing, that fear is good. Fear is safety. So our tears become our first reaction.

With tears, we fight

But No.

Most of those we fear, fear us too. But the game is all about the appearances... the myth of control. So, fear all you want. The only way out is to fight.

Does fear result in submission or Submission is a result of fear? If you have the physical power and the will to do something, why do you choose to cry when you can scream? Choose to beg when you can bite? Stay when you can run?

I hope I did a good job reviewing the book, and if you want to know the answers to all those questions, I guess you get " I let you go " by Clare Mackintosh. Check her website here😍

Thanks, for reading.

Thursday, November 22, 2018

Midterms in hell!! How to be a committed and responsible person?

Shahenda Mahmoud November 22, 2018 A little poetic touch , Creative writing 0 Comments

Why do we always fail at commitments?

Pen up, pen down.
Feeling myself,
looking like a clown.
Done nothing so far,
but never deserve a frown.
Com'on do it,
What are you waiting for?

Start now,

Got no time to ignore.

Stop feeling weak,

It ain't gonna get you to shore.

But I can't stop that bad feeling,

Motivation off, can't start dealing.

I hate the universe.

No, Actually the universe hates me, then I hated him back. Com'on!! don't look at me that way I am a sweet young lady with just a tiny issue.

RESPONSIBILITY

Ok, so it's not that tiny but com'on guys it's beyond me and I can't control it. Let's start from when it all begins.

Yesterday was my midterm test, so I should have studied the day before, but apparently the word "should" doesn't belong to my dictionary. I don't know what happened. I knew I had a test, that I must study, I knew this was important. I just lost motivation. I lied back for about 7 hours doing literally

NOTHING!!!.

I just couldn't make myself motivated enough to study, so right now writing this makes me wish that I am one of those kids who might just pee in their pants from fear of exams.

But I am not.

Before judging me I know, I know I am the one to blame. But I am not lazy nor a playful person or I wouldn't spend like an hour writing the article you currently reading but sometimes I feel like I lost the fire in me.
The one that keeps me forward, the boiling will that makes me want to go through fire.
The motivation.

The purpose to do something great. Sometimes all I want is to eat and lie back and that sucks:(

But what's next? Is that how my life gonna end? Is that why I am here ? Cause now I am worthless. I am being controlled by fear and dispair.

I am filled with rubbish, complete utter bullsh**

Some people try to get my hopes up, others try to sugarcoat the truth, but believe it or not no one can help you but you.

But here I am writing all those amazing motivational words, while still lying on my back with zero regrets.

Yep I am like a messy incoherent ink line in a wide white sheet.

And along the way, I would keep cussing and turning into a small ball of negativity and indifference.

So, What's next?

Nothing... Cause it's not gonna end.

We are not gonna stop being ugly, rubbish , incomplete and lazy.

We are not gonna stop blaming ourselves for every small ugly detail.

We are not gonna stop falling, failing and crawling.

But we are damn sure stop wishing for perfection.

This is who we are. We are meant be. flawed. It's just being human.

And it's perfectly normal, cause you, my dear friend is perfect in an ugly imperfect way. With every little ugly detail, flaw, ignorence and incoherence come the bigger picture.

Romanesque Architecture :- Abbey Church of the Trinity (11th century) By Ali Khaled

Look closely. Zoom in. What do you see?

Anyway, it's past midnight now. So, I think a couple of hours of study is better than nothing at all, ha?

Wish me luck,

By the way I found that amazing piece of free hand sketch on Twitter by Ali Khaled you can find the tweet here. And I just couldn't stop thinking how much it is so perfect in an imperfect way.

Monday, November 12, 2018

Review on "November 9" by Colleen hoover

Shahenda Mahmoud November 12, 2018 A little poetic touch , book review 7 Comments

Do you believe in a happy ending?

A happily ever after, love, soulmates and destiny sending the perfect one for you, like two innocent souls meant for each other.

Well, that book got me thinking? Does fate have a role in love? Are you destined to be in love with a specific person among 7 billion people on Earth?

So, what about " Wrong time. Wrong place"? Is it even real? Or everything really happens for a reason?

Hello, everyone. My name is Shahenda, and here's my book journey.

"Review on November 9 by Colleen Hoover "

Everything really happens for a reason, but it doesn't have to be as we hoped or wanted. Sometimes life makes no sense. Sometimes life acts weird.

" But believe me, everything is for a reason."

We are ugly. As much as you think you are beautiful and kind, as much we feel victimised and broken. We are monsters. One way or another, we did something bad, broke someone's heart. Ignored a message, acted like you never cared. In a way, all of us made unbelievably sick and ugly mistakes. We are bad, the only thing that really matters is how much you are willing to forget and forgive.

To let go

Happy ever afters are real. But they are like Disney land. They are so damn hard to reach.

Love is like a poem when you spend all your afternoon trying to figure the best words and the most poetic synonyms, you try so hard to get the perfect rhyme, Sometimes you get them, Sometimes you don't. Doesn't matter how much you tried to make it work.

Love is poetic

No, where to go, you can't escape fate.

Or fetch an escapade or run away from hate.

Vapours, fires and gases on every gate.

Eager to run but regret is never late.

My demons let me, hurt a saint.

Beauty in the fire, now broken in the shade.

Earth made me her easy bait

Running deathly in love, with the one I opted. death to take.

Now shall I come, shall I stay hidden?

Inside my heart, lies the secret, Forbidden.

Now or never, babe. Can mercy be given?

Eager to wash my sins, finally to be forgiven.

Thursday, November 1, 2018

A love story

Shahenda Mahmoud November 01, 2018 A little poetic touch , Creative writing 0 Comments

Hello, Pilot. How are you?

Doing great, I bet. Me too.

It's funny how life made us go through.

Running hard, nowhere to go.

Did you believe or even felt.

A pull, a latch or a longing that melts,

Your heart to pieces, then finally to an end.

I know you're in pain, so don't pretend.

I bet you don't

I bet you do.

How far can a bet

make me hate you?

Who am I to hate

When I am you?

I am your day and month as well.

I am your bad decisions and the same fell.

I am your love and your damn hell.

I am once loved, now, I can't tell.

Am I just easy, am I dumb?

My decisions are bad, but I can't stop.

Can't hate people, and you are the top

Even after all those insults, you drop.

I still believe you the best cop.

No, not a cop.

A captain