On one of the days last week, I encountered a scene different from life. It is my habit to wake up early to give myself a space to welcome the day calmly whenever possible.

You'll find me early in the morning in front of a cup of coffee and a cup of milk tea looking at only one of four things on TV: 1- Tranquil music flowing with the sounds of birds and pictures of nature and butterflies during meditation, 2- Donald Duck or Pluto cartoons, 3- Peter Rabbit cartoon, 4- Generally a black-and-white film featuring Isma'il Yass or Muhammad Fawzi.

Yes, I have been doing this for years, carving out time from my sleep to enter my favorite world. Everyone, no matter how old, likes to seclude themselves in their favorite corner, or what is called the comfort zone.

These few minutes have a magical effect on my calmness, comfort, and my acceptance of the day's difficulties and fluctuations.

On TV, I saw the weaver bird, also called "the engineer bird," weaving its nest with extreme care on the edge of one of the dangling tree branches.

The hanging nest cannot be woven by human hands; it's closed with amazing precision, having only one side opening at the bottom. It moves with the wind, but it doesn't fall.

The question that came to my mind was, how do predators not attack such a fragile hanging nest?

One of the main protective measures in this fortified home is the light weight of the nest and the bird, and that the nest is woven on a light, fragile branch of the tree that cannot bear the weight of predators.

One of the best means of protection is not to leave a threshold on your doorstep for those curious about your life to stand on.

This bird is created instinctively, and I don't think it knows that we are talking about it today or benefiting from its lifestyle.

We take lessons from everything around us, and the eye that notices is what makes a tangible difference in our world.

All the experiences we have survived have cost us dearly in learning, but some comfortable seats in front of life images around us make a lot of learning valuable and profitable.

If people close the doors of their homes, they are equal. After closing your door, it's not right to share your joys or even your sorrows, as both are your sole concerns.

People's biographies sometimes become a beloved preoccupation for some humans, where one is killed by curiosity to know what is being plotted within the walls of your home.

Years ago, I was raising a massive number of birds. One of the large cages contained four pairs of beautiful Australian birds living in a rectangular wire mesh, separated by a plastic barrier where the birds' droppings fell.

One day, I removed all four plastic dishes at once for cleaning, letting each pair of birds get acquainted with their neighbors above and below them.

Here a fierce battle erupted between the birds; a partner beats his mate because his neighbor whistles to her, and the wife whistles to the neighbor above, and the same husband living above beats his wife because her upper neighbor flirts with her, and she struggles not to seem responsive.

I stood powerless, mixed with distraction, laughter, and turmoil, and no wonder, they are nations like us.

A bloody conflict broke out among the group for over fifteen minutes non-stop; one buries its beak in the cage below to bite another, and the other grinds its mate and pecks her head violently. I videotaped them before putting the dividers back.

You can discern that birds curse in the foulest language when necessary, and that they praise, pray, talk, get angry, and sometimes get upset to the point of death.

Outside of family life, birds instinctively maintain distancing distances, so you can't see two nests adjacent to the point of visibility.

These corrupt images from lives will not allow you to continue striving, enduring hardships, and establishing life with quality. I won't talk about such jealousy between couples, but I am talking about those who poke their nose into your home before they leave. I am talking about those who purposely leave one of their ears behind to listen to the part of your day they missed, those who thrust their eyes into your world to reassure themselves that they are surpassing you in the material and moral aspects of life. I'm speaking of advice that is ostensibly merciful but inwardly filled with malice, complexes, and shame.

The thick, falling hair tangled in a woman's brush resembles the souls of many people. If you could untangle and straighten this massive amount of intertwined hair, you could understand that miserable type of people and be cautious around them, but this hair is destined for the trash.

These people do not stand by you, nor do they wish you well. Your success kills them because it represents their disappointment and failure. They listen to your troubles not to lend a helping hand but rather to reassure themselves that you are not okay. Outshine them, and they will bare their fangs, leaving you with a broken heart, shocked, and with an exposed spirit.

Paulo Coelho says: "Everyone knows how others should manage their lives, but no one knows about their own life."

My friend, these are not all humans, for there are some loved ones to whom you give the key to your heart, feeling safe, and there are those you go to empty-handed and return with a soul brimming with fulfillment.

And there are those who are the most beautiful blessings in your life, those who keep your nest safe, preserve your secret, and are entrusted with your heart, soul, and the details of your world.