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Live Inside Your Head

My adept psychiatric father, may he rest in peace, taught me how to give injections since I was a child, not realizing then that I would benefit the most from it, both physically and mentally. He used to tell me that the human brain can only perceive one action at a time, so if you press on the injection site and withdraw your hand at the

Morning Chatters – My Coffee

Nothing is as it was... My cup of coffee is no longer the source of happiness that I would wait for from night to morning to revel in the meaning of peace and tranquility. Its aroma no longer has the joy that once tickled my senses with love and passion... It no longer has that magical effect, capable of always awakening me, despite that

Do.. Re.. Mi.. Fa.. Sol.. Fairuz

I love you today as the wave loves its shore, And as the river loves its estuary. I love you now, and I hear your voice coming, It takes me in its hands, And it elevates me, Towards a space where Fairuzian songs are written, And it takes me, Towards a time written in musical notes. I tune in to the sound's

Who Will Save the Mind of the World?!

Suddenly I wondered... "What's the difference between journalism and electronic committees?!" I don't know why this question suddenly occurred to me!! In recent years, the confusion has been disturbing and chaotic amid the events of the revolution, the Brotherhood era, and the period after its fall. After I moved

The Bamboo Stalk by Saud Alsanousi

For expatriation from the homeland, there are endless hopes and aspirations that do not stop at its geographical borders, and these hopes do not recognize the long distances that the expatriate travels away from his homeland, imagining deep within himself that what he reaps in material and perhaps social gains can make him forget his pains or