I seem to have found myself on blogger again and though the need to write has never left me, I just haven't been bothered enough to post anything here in a while. But if any of you are still reading, here it is: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A game of hide and seek, that's all this seems to be In and out of the blue, she comes and goes wearing different masks on different days, her twisted lies and countless tales no-one keeps count, yet they're all amazed how each day she's masked behind a brand new veil her features soft like a porcelain doll and venom red lips that refuse to speak the truth An epitome of perfection, she stands tall her sorrows hidden in silence within her walls until the day she breaks free lets her tears come flowing down her cheeks She smiles & at last she says, "it's hard to pretend when your heart's already dead".
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Dedicated to Sam, thank you for putting up with everything I do :*
Day after day, Maha tossed and turned in bed wondering when she would be able to sleep in peace again. A tear crept down her cheek and she fought the urge to break down, just like she did everyday until she eventually gave in and cried herself to sleep.
The images were vivid in her mind, replaying itself like a movie. She had sleepless visions of a young man, not just any young man, but the one she had fallen head over heels in love with. They always started the same way, with Fahad sitting on a bench in the park, wearing a lazy grin that never failed to make Maha's heart skip a beat.
He waved at her as she made her way towards him and pulled out a rose from behind his back and handed it to her. Maha burst into a fit of giggles at his gesture and smiled shyly before plucking the rose out of his arms and placing a soft kiss on his cheek to show her appreciation.
Fahad brushed his fingers across her cheek and exclaimed, 'I love everything about that smile of yours'. With that Maha turned around and displayed one of her goofiest grins which caused Fahad to chuckle and pull her into his arms.
The recollection of these thoughts forced a smile onto her face that even she couldn't fight in her sleep.
The pictures that followed were unclear, and the next few months replayed itself to Maha as a blur before it came to a standstill once more. She could feel her heart pounding and felt a knot tighten in her stomach, a feeling she'd grown accustomed to over the time.
Fahad was standing in Maha's apartment and they were both yelling things at each other with Maha's voice growing fainter with every remark. "Things aren't like they used to be, you always seem so detached and you act like you're doing me a favor by spending time with me"
He looked at her with cold eyes before remarking, "I am doing you a favor, aren't I? Look at yourself, you don't have any friends, any place to be, or any place you belong". A tear slid down Maha's face as she exclaimed " you know I threw all of that away for you", he sneered and said "look at where that got you", and began walking towards to door and before he left he went "and you're right, things aren't like before, and they'll never be, you were a mistake I don't intend to make again" and with that he slammed the door shut and walked out.
Maha stared at the door in disbelief and felt herself break down completely with tears streaming down her face. She had given up everything to be with him, everything, lost her friends, rebelled against her parents and lost her respect as a whole, but she didn't care what they thought as long as she could be with him. She sobbed even harder as she remembered all the things he said to her about them being together.
Every day she awoke from her sleep on a tear stained pillow and not an ounce of energy in her body. Every day, she replayed the account of her dream in her mind and every day, she felt worse and worse for herself.
But today her dream didn't end when Fahad walked out the door and instead Maha picked herself up off the floor and pieced together the fragments of her heart Fahad found a way to shatter and with that, for the first time in months, Maha drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
The next morning Maha awoke, like always to a drenched pillow and a broken heart, but as the first rays of sunshine began entering her room, she felt a lot more light hearted.
She pulled out her journal and flipped through tear stained pages and ripped out notes, before reaching a new page where she wrote, in 4 simple words, all that was needed to help her move on, "Today will be different".
I know it's been an awfully long time, but what can I say, 2010 was not the most pleasant and was definitely a rough and hectic one. I intend to be doing a lot more with my time this year and hopefully I'll be able to stick to my resolutions :p
Here's to welcoming 2011 with arms wide open & I hope that not just me, but every single one of my readers gets the year they've been waiting for.
Expect to see a lot more of me from now on,
I've also started off my own tumblr which I may or may not post a link to due to privacy reasons but I will let you know about that in the next post
p.s for those of you who haven't watched Burlesque already, I highly reccomend it. Everything from it being Moulin-Rouge inspired down to the gorgeous shoes had me enticed! Definitely a chick movie for the years to come
Until next time,
Posted by Wafa J at 9:33 AM
Friday, September 3, 2010
*This post is for Sall, who gave me the motivation to start writing again :*
She smiled to herself as she watched him nervously fidget in his seat, staring at her every now and then before looking away, afraid of getting caught.
She raised her head and gazed intently into his eyes wondering how the roles had changed so drastically, remembering the days where she used to be the target of his jokes and when they couldn’t even sit in the same room without starting some kind of argument with each other.
She began to open her mouth to say something but he cut her off by going. “You look beautiful today”, which caused her to begin blushing furiously before She daintily muttered a thank you and went into another deep trance of hers.
He had always been the only one who could make her blush, whether it was bright red from embarrassment or from a compliment, leaving her feeling like a little girl all over again.
A sly grin formed on his face as he studied her, lost in her own thoughts and oblivious to her surroundings. He placed his arm around her and exclaimed “Be mine”, and she looked up, placed her head on his shoulders and sighed “Always was”
A very very late Ramadan Kareem to you all and I understand I have spent an awfully long time away from blogsphere and I have missed it thoroughly, I just haven't had both the time or the inspiration to write.
I've decided to take a shot at writing again, and I haven't written in a while so it's still a little rusty but I intend on posting more often, provided I feel inspired.
I'd also like to ask you guys to help me out with this by giving me ideas on what to write about, any suggestions will be much appreciated! :)
Apart from that, what have you all been upto? This summer has definitely been one for the books. We headed to the Far East, where everything from shopping on the streets of Mumbai to soaking up the sun in Hong Kong was magical. I absolutely loved the rich culture and the energy.
So where all did you lovelies spend this summer?
Until next time,
P.s: don't forget to leave me suggestions!
Posted by Wafa J at 1:52 PM
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The past few weeks have been crazy, literally. I've stumbled upon things that most of you might already know, but it had me so captivated and opened my eyes up to a whole new world that I just wasn't able to see before.
They call themselves the Illuminati, it didn't make sense to me at first about what they wanted or why they even did the things they did but as I looked deeper and deeper into the topic, everything started to make sense and all those coincidences didn't look like coincidences anymore.
Yes, I'm aware that I sound like a crazed lunatic right now but I know I can show you a lot better than I can explain:
I also recommend looking into FarhanK501's channel and watching the videos:
-Illuminati, Music Industry and Why Michael Jackson was killed (Parts 1&2)
-The Music Industry Exposed(Parts 1-present)
Book of the week: Perks of being a wallflower, definitely a must read. If you haven't read it already, I highly recommend it. It's one that'll have you laughing and crying all at the same time.
Song of the moment: Shut it down- Pitbull ft Akon
I really need to update me iPod. We're going camping next week with school, I know it's going to be an exhausting trip but I can't wait! 2 nights, 3 days, one map, a compass and lots of checkpoints to complete. Sounds great already :p
There's also a MUN conference the week after, so I'll be having a busy couple of weeks.
Posted by Wafa J at 6:24 AM
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The old feeling of nostalgia washed over me as I sat there looking through old pictures, discarded letters and pieces of art that had compiled as a pile of junk in the corner of my room throughout the years. Shuffling through my things a birthday card slipped out, one given from me to my big brother, not many years ago, it read:
He teased you and tickled you and put ice cubes down your back.
He was your best friend and worst enemy, your tormentor and your protector.
He’s the one you always knew would be there anytime you needed him.
He’s your brother and you love him like crazy.
What else is there to say?
For my brother
From your sister
At times like this, I realise just how lucky I am to have brothers even if I wish I didn't majority of the time. I know you just left a couple of days ago but I miss you already and I can't wait till you're back home again :)
2010 already? I wouldn't be able to believe if this year went by just as quick as the last couple. I wouldn't call myself a very busy person but for some reason I can't seem to find any time to do anything. So here's to a new year filled with possibilities, to accomplish your goals, to set out on new adventures and to spend time only on those who are worth it. I for one am not spending 2010 chasing people who were never meant to be mine to begin with.
Posted by Wafa J at 10:22 AM
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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Saturday, November 7, 2009
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