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

They bang and blame

People people people, God I love me some people!!! Every now and then life’s generous gene turns my way and spoils me with kind, sincere and genuine creatures defined as Humans. If you were to be sitting next to me right now, you would look up and see my past, present and life. To be frank you would have a glimpse of my life, since unfortunately I keep bouncing back and forth, up and down, left and right (now we are dizzy). I was conversing with a friend that keeps growing on me daily (cutie) about the need to let go of the past. As we strolled, I sensed annoyance in his body language and frustration on his face, now being the type that needs to jump on it and rescue the soul from frustration with a falsafe 101 that I sign up everyone to, I asked “are you ok?” he was perfectly fine, just bouncing back and forth, up and down, left and right. It was an incident in the past. You know the past has some nerves, especially when it forcefully draws all over the present and “kemet el waqeha” when it blurs and distracts your future. Who to blame? Well he blamed himself, I usually blame myself, tab who do they blame? The past shouldn’t be forgotten, but the past shouldn’t live on. To my past I love you and I know you are always around, just stand behind me and not in front. I wish nini functioned on loud music. So let me just tell you one thing if you love bad bitches, that's your fucking problem, so keep it to yourself coz our world don’t revolve around em.

some people don't notice, but he does

 

 

 

 

 

amen to men

 

MK



Opinions ain't facts

I am sitting at work staring at the computer screen typing out “ I am sitting at work staring at the computer screen.” Quite lame eh??? Well frankly that’s what I have been feeling lately “LAME”. It’s breaking my heart that my beautiful country “Lebanon” is brought to you by fucked up, money whores, soulless politicians. Every corner utilized by the common person is a resemblance of what we call HELL!!! As I drove to Zahle this past weekend, I think my life flashed in front of my eyes shi 50 times because of the number of deadly jowar you would typically encounter while trying to get home. #yikes #yamama #ya3adra and I definitely need more than “Allah Ma3ek” coz allah would have probably not been able to avoid dem jowar. Apart from the disastrous infrastructure in Lebanon, I still find beauty in Lebanon like meeting certain people that are just wonderful. Nini is uffin and puffin behind me gotta address it!! To whoever is reading “never wait, it will be too late.” And live love, live love, love live whatever but please do it till your last breath.

The pretty lady to the right is nini

nini: a person I am mad about #friend #sister #class #beauty #generosity

 

 

 

Free

MK  

I don't Prooooooooof reeaed

I was relaxing at the pool the other day, a habit I frequently used to do when I lived back in cali, and saw a group of teenagers girls acting like teenager girls. Thank God I had my glasses on, because my vision froze, and my memories took me back to the years. I like to call them my golden years. I saw Tracy, I saw Lisa, I saw my mother in that spot (Rihab peeps would know what I am talking about) and then I saw me. People always tease me “you traveled to the furthest point and here we find you in Zahle wo al Rihab!!!” I usually laugh, that laugh that you can never usually tell what it means “thank you for wasting that second , Lame.” See when you leave home, and you live on trying to serve this new life with an ace, you can never forget that the technique, perseverance, passion, commitment are all characteristics emitting from a place within longing to go back home. I always recall how I used to feel when I would step foot on this country that takes over my soul, “warmth” . Many people relate sadly many people won’t be able to feel that for a long time now “thank you assir and your lovely god knows what!!!”  last week I met up with nini and a new friend as we just lived and discussed and conversed, I randomly spit “I collect memories” within two seconds I realized, I am sooo far away from the notion of evolution especially when it comes to life. I am soo attached to certain details that make up big memories that I daily carry on with me. Is this good or bad? My mother always tells me “Life moves on, carry on but don’t weigh down!’ WISE WOMAN GOD I LOVE HER. Anyways my point that I think I lost throughout the above words, is before you let your memories get to you, build new ones. Certain characters no matter were life placed them could be part of that chapter you are in but the main character is you and the main you is them. Surround yourself with you “people who love you or more so adore you”

I just enrolled myself in Happiness 101: a course built to engage happy thoughts within.

Units: 1

Professor: Michelle Kandalaft

Number of students: 1

University: Life

kel shi bzid 3an hado byen2ass

amen

 

 

please note: Lebnen awalan stamp that and when it comes to religion you ain't practicing it.

 

 

 

 

Calm

 

MK