The Cairene

There is nothing called “Life” as long as we never fully understand it. You can hardly get convinced by something you have no idea about, something you don’t control, something that takes but never gives. We topple down regimes because they aren’t fair. We make strikes, to fix the wrongs and quench our thirsts of anger. Should we topple down life and protest against it? Who will we shout to? Heaven? Sky? It remains unknown. Life is worse, in every word. I don’t know who to blame but I can’t find that humans are solely responsible. I don’t get why people die. I don’t know why we aren’t happy. I don’t get why the old man can’t afford a good meal to his family. I don’t get why people lose each other. I don’t know why every good thing has to end. When I try to understand, the adrenaline rushes in my head, and every vein feels like exploding.  I don’t get you life and I don’t know if you and fate are just the same. I know fate is in God’s hands and that’s why I am confused. Why do we have l

The way the educational systems make us feel obliged to learn, or we'll be nothing in the society, doesn't let us feel the beauty of knowledge and striving for it. We go to colleges and schools because we have to, not because we are starving to learn something new. We are forced to go only to have a good future, job and mainly fortune, not because we want to do w hat we love so that we can make a living out of it. It's like the educational systems and countries' currency building our futures instead of our tendencies. People choose to study what they don't like because it will ensure a better job or salary. You never know, and you'd never really learn something you don't like. Adding to this, the amount of information and details we study is huge and useless. We waste the time of our lives to learn too many things that we get rid of after we sit for the exams. I mean, think of it. 12 years in school and 4-7 years in college. That's a lot, really and you

War is there and peace seems so impossible as if it does not even exist. Innocent people die everyday and the world does not seem to take a remarkable move. But we still believe in a free Palestine. We don't have much in our hands, I know we don't. But we have our beliefs. Believing make things happen and believing is usually the very beginning of a every fresh new start. In a free Palestine, I st rongly believe. I believe it's even there because the sacred land can't be dirtied by terrorism and crimes against humanity. I know some of you might find what I am saying close to illusion, and I know the Zionists will find what I say repeatedly funny. I don't really care because what I believe in is stronger. One day, Palestine will be completely free. Now it's partially free. Yes, it IS free because admitting it and refusing what Israel is trying to Brainwash us with is the first step through its freedom. Reality is different, but it can't stop me from dreaming

Lying with her favourite book in her hands while listening to the heartwarming music no longer switch off the floods of negative thoughts from demolishing all her confidence. Clocks ticking, hearts beating, eyes blinking, and issues being born. Nothing would stop anything from coming up to her head, nothing would make her feel better about herself, and nothing would make anything feel the same. The weird feelings kick into her like a stranger knocking on a house’s door right away before the dawn; unusual but she accepted them all in since she has nothing to fear. She has been through the worst of reality and fantasy. She has been in all the nightmares and strange is no longer strange to her. She thought of seeking help. She needed to save herself from her own mind and its battles, she wanted someone to suck away her negativities and fears. She knew she could face them on her own, but her body was a leaf on an autumn. The apathy’s ink has overflown in her blood and no mosquito w

It is 5:00 am, everybody is sleeping, and I’m up. Last night was depressing and sad, but for now, I’m up. I have no reason to wake up this early, yeah I know I have college which I don’t give a damn about, but I’m up.  Yesterday I met an awesome friend, who told me something so meaningless that it made so much sense. “ Whatever, life ”, He said. I don’t know why I wrote this pointless piece of crap, but I’m up with nothing except for some smelly thoughts irritating me inside my head. “Sleep, sleep, sleep”, I try to order my brain, but I don’t decide and that’s why I’m up. Wide awake, with those bloodshot eyes and wounded soul, I breathe without a single will to survive. Whatever, I’m here right now, with my fingertips pressing the keyboard buttons and the low noise tells that I am alive. It doesn’t matter because we are all dead inside, but the funny part is that at some point,  we’re all up. I used  ‘we ’ at the last sentence. It never happens that 6 billion people in the