Freedom sounds mute

A letter that was intended, but was kept ....

Dear You,

First and foremost, I want to personally thank you all for the support you have been showing and offering me and my family. Words don’t show appreciation as actions, but with limited circumstances I promise to keep pushing the limits and fighting for a land that we all call home. Today I write to you, as a man who stands and will always stand on firm beliefs that grow stronger daily, because of you.  While some believe that sitting on the head of the table marks power, I believe that sitting on the same table is the true definition of power.

Some question my abilities and capabilities; it doesn’t surprise me because at some points, I find myself fighting a battle, facing no reactions. I tend to pause with exhaustion, but your determinations ignite mine and that’s what keeps me going.

Dear you, feeling hopeless is normal, it’s part of humanity, but growing hopeless is unacceptable. My xxxx once said, “ It’s the will of the Lebanese, that will always place them on the hot seat, but it’s their ways that will always keep them going.” He was a wise man.

We have been losing the colors of our nationality, and who to blame? Let’s go back to the history class; let’s remember what our teachers taught us about our flag:

Red is for our heroes who we look up to for strength and reminder.

Green is for our Cedar tree that defines our roots.

And white?  Only you can redefine that.

We are all, red, green and white and no one can escape that.

I wake up proud to be Lebanese; I sleep, eat, breath, and live with this pride. I am sticking to the feeling till the end and I hope you all feel that way. Remember some can’t exit Lebanon seeking a new belonging, escaping reality is easy but fighting for a better one has a different taste.  Lebanon is for you, all for you.

Not everyone who holds a brush is an artist, Lebanon was, is and will always be a painting that everyone admires and many envy. Hang it on your walls and remember that no matter what happens you are the colors of that painting.

While we sing out personal anthems, we forget our national anthem. If you ever get to travel, you will learn that “There is no place like home.” Guess what? Lebanon is your home, so kindly revisit your priorities.

Today we launched the xxx new website, nothing but sincere happiness fills me up, because witnessing passion, compassion and dedication reminds me of my xx, xx, xx, xxx and xx who once where white and green and now are red.

Dear you, dear all, I am because of you.

Love,

xxxx

Kings without crowns

I sing to one God and he is way above

Rey2a,

MK

WELL IT'S TIME TO FAREWELL

Dear All,

Usually all generalizes, but in this case you all have become part of my all. Before I proceed, kindly find attached to my face a huge smile. I kindly ask you to accept the sincerest thank you for not just a phase in my life, but a chapter through which na2 na2 na2 followed by more na2 were slapped with love, attention, ears and more so reality checks. You know this chapter will forever find its way till the end.

Today I leave a more mature, optimistic, bold, strong, patient woman, all characteristics I learned from each and every single one of you.

I hope and pray one day, I can move back and do it all over again with you guys, I am staring at my screen quite emotional, hoping nini won’t notice me crying because I hate these moments. You know I have said a lot of goodbyes in my life, you might think it gets easier but it doesn’t.  this one will be a tough one but I am sure it won’t stamp end, because I will do my best to stay in contact. Ehhhh ma ha tekhlaso mene bisohole fa alllllllaaaaaaah redo 3aleye when I say hello.

To each one of you, I wish you the best of luck, as long as you are bold and sincere you will get there J

Perla thank you for being an older sister I never had

Hana thank you for being you

Mavis thank you for your patience and beautiful smile

Ramzi thank you for taking over and leading

Sara thank you for being a classy lady

Min ba3d fiii

That’s it I guess

Yallla guys loveeee you allllllllllllllll

WAIT J

NINI SORRY FOR LEAVING AND THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE TO THE WORLD YOU MEAN TH WORLD. YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL NINI I HAVE EVER MET KEEP YOUR HEAD UP BECAUSE YOU HAVE ALL WHAT IT TAKES TO AIM TO THE STARS AND REACH THEM , OK CANT BREATH

 

THOSE FACES MAKE ME A WINNER

 

LOVE TO ALL

MK

mi amor sólo de noche

Pondering stroke me in the late night/early morning hours, and I enjoyed it. Last night was one of those nights that had “aftermath” written all over. As I walked around the house, with cheating glimpses over my phone every minute or so, I couldn’t help but wonder, where the hell is honesty? According to dictionary.com: Honesty: the quality or fact of being honest; uprightness and fairness. According to us: “Ro2os 2aqlam”. I won’t go into details, since details are mostly blurry nowadays. Can someone explain to me the high level of emotions that replace my covers right before dream mode? Every night as I lay in bed, I become the strongest and weakest Micha I know. All the emotions dawn on me leaving me with forgive me, moving on, oh I must, dear lord, thank lord loud thoughts.  Words words word all I see are words!! It’s my last Tuesday at work, it’s a bitter- sweet feeling, but two ladies I got to thank for the daily support nini (camelia arab) wo madam lana de rey. Time flies but we are still on the ground kif?

Ciggys could bond and break

 

 

 

 

 

Te3bene,

 

mk

Life: passion fruit

Every night before I mute out, I think of the best introductions to start my blogs. By the time I hit the snooze button 5 times at least, the thoughts are merely dreams that I can’t remember. I met a guy about a month ago, not just a guy, “THE guy”. I never witnessed such kindness in strangers, I do believe in it, but to encounter it, added a different flavor. I daily digest vitamins believing they would pump that energy that has been diluted into pictures and restricted by frames that limit and loose me. To be frank, the only energy booster that works is humanity. Let me tell you why: as we strolled down, my enemy thoughts strolled away, I was in a war defeated at the beginning, murdered at the end. He looked at me, features concerned, “why are you sad michy?”, at the moment the war scene turned to ash and trash and who fights trash? Kindness, his kindness, reminded me that my reality had an undecided grand finale and I was delighted to play along. You can never deny feelings, but you listen to them, analyze them, understand them and channel them. I still return to the battle zone from minute to minute, but I know I am a whatsapp away to come back. Quite a simple procedure!!!! You can’t dig for humanity, but you appreciate it, adore it and always lean on it when it knocks on your door. To my dearest OAK, “Give me all, give me all, give me all your attention baby ,I got to tell you a little something about yourself You're wonderful, flawless, ooh you're Treasure..” and ladies he is SINGLE.

 

Couldn't a face of a buried innocent soul do it?

 

 

 

lost but never defeated

 

MK