I’m 24, and I live in Lebanon. I’m an Interior Architect graduate with a minor in English. My hair is always a different color. I love cheese with some extra cheese. The gym is my natural habitat, and my car hosts the best concerts you'll ever attend. I love writing poetry, thoughts, and stories. My inspiration comes from my childhood memories, heartbreaks, and sometimes I like to imagine certain scenarios that are completely fictional or write a different ending to something that happened with me. It's like wishful thinking...


Life After Birth

When we’re born, we cry, as if we know what’s in store for us.
And life, well, it starts preparing its list of misdeeds for us to endure.
It starts preparing its schemes and tragedies along with a couple of laughs and endless tears.

But first, before all of that, we learn to walk, excited to start the journey.
We learn to talk, excited to be heard.
We learn the alphabets and start forming the words.

Then, pain pays you a visit.
Only six years old and you witness harshness from the man you first loved.
Something you don’t understand at first, but then it haunts you throughout the journey.

Few years later, the man is away.
You find happiness, but you don’t understand.
Ten years old and hate develops.
The woman looks down at you, but you turn away.
The happiness fades as confusion takes over.
You miss the harsh man and hate the loving woman.
Clarity has no place in your world.

Then, the man is back and fear fills the space.
Fifteen years old and pain is greater than your age.
In the house, peace finally finds its place.
As it leaves you with emptiness.
The man remains there, along with the woman.
And now, you hate the both of them and you just don’t know why.
You spend nights crying and thinking, trying to understand.
But the confusion is impossible to beat.

Nineteen years old, and you’re finally away.
Whenever you go back, you feel the pain.
You cry, but you’re used to it.
You’re used to that part of the night.
And the darkness? Well, it has become part of you.
It has become your life.

This is the life after birth…


So this is my first post. I just created this blog, and I have no idea how to make it work. I’m an aspiring writer, and I want to get my name out there, so that, when I’m finished with my book, it won’t come out unnoticed. I’m trying to create a beautiful site so that it can generate excitement around my writing.
Part-time designer, part-time writer… I live for creativity and innovation.
Poetry was a self-discovery path. I wrote my first poem without realizing what I was actually doing.
I either write every day, or I happen to write once per year! Yeah, no balance whatsoever.
Read my blog and enjoy.
Cheers!