The Soul’s Resignation!

Another very old Arabic writing that I decided to translate and publish. Most of my Arabic writings are actually sad, reflecting some period of my life. Please don’t wish me to get well, it was written long time ago. I did my best with the translation; I hope I gave it its proper right. Hope you will enjoy the misery […]

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Busy Week

Hello dear readers and hope you are enjoying your weekend 😊 it’s been one week since I have published my last post (I know you didn’t notice 🙄), it was actually a very busy week, not the busy kind of 9-6 job which I already have or the kind that I have another life issues which they exist already or […]

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When Angels Cried!

Translated from the original Arabic version. It was written long time ago. Please don’t wish me to get better. Thank you 🙂 Prefix: Sometimes all we can do is cry, when we see the deep sadness of our loved ones and the extent of our inability…When we are incapable to even pray…to even get close… We are incapable to carry […]

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A Bird without Wings in the Big Jungle – 2/2

Part 2: The Eagle Rebirth Click for part 1 (so that makes sense) https://huguetta.wordpress.com/2019/04/10/a-bird-without-wings-in-the-big-jungle-1-2/ In Lebanon, most schools belong to the church, nuns or monks, of course as a Christian they send me to a Christian place, there are Muslim schools as well but the biggest institutions, universities, hospitals are ruled by the Catholic and Maronite churches (oh wow how […]

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Pain is Practice…

Everything is practice even pain! There is a certain level of pain, when you reach it, the previous levels become insignificant. It’s similar to level up in any game, when you level up and reach level 10, level 1 becomes so easy and even trivial. So when you are so eager to play this game, make sure your opponent is […]

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Who Am I?

I wrote this in 2008! I published it here in 2012 in its original version: Classical Arabic. Today I decided to re-publish it but with English translation! Hope you will like it 🙂 Prologue: هل استفقت يوماً لتكتشف بأنك تكره كل ما اعتدت أن تحبه؟تكره طريقة تصرفكَ، أُسلوبكَ، ملابسكَ، ذوقكَلا تحب كل ما تفعله عادةُ، لا تريدُ أن تكون مع […]

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Flashback – 2

Soldier: where are you heading? Mother: to our house Soldier looking at the teenage girl: what do you have in this bag? Girl: clothes He took the bag and dropped all the clothes on the floor and the girl felt so angry so mad…this soldier supposed to protect her not humiliate her… She gathered the clothes, put them back in […]

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Flashback

Little girl: Mom, let me take my dolls with meMother: no, we don’t have time, we need to leave now! Little girl: but mom, please! I will carry them! Mother: we will return, it will not be for long!Little girl: at least my favorite doll, please momMother: let’s go The little girl was so sad, what will happen to these dolls alone…She used to be afraid to play with them and break them; she wanted them to stay brand new! Well they stayed…or they didn’t? She was thinking the entire time and whispering to herself: They were afraid in the dark, in this big living room? She placed them in the best place in living room to remain untouched and new! They were hurt when the house was destroyed? I hope they didn’t feel any pain…I hope my favorite doll was sleeping when they invaded! She was on my bed; I hope she was sleeping…. The little girl wasn’t concerned that she lost her house, and everything in it! They snatched her from her hometown, her home. She slept having everything and woke up having nothing! They took everything in seconds…But she was concerned about the dolls! And by the time she had the chance to be back to her home, she was too old to play with dolls, she was too broken to care and sometimes to even feel…The house was destroyed and empty even from memories. They even […]

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Writing…

Between reading others experiences, feelings and knowledge and writing my own thoughts, feelings and dreams, I prefer the second one because thoughts are like waves, they change constantly and they can’t be repeated easily…Because it’s absurd to relive the same feelings twice or feel the same moment once again…As for the dreams, I want to remind myself every now and then that I’m still able to dreamThe papers are the only party that can handle all my thoughts, emotions without complaining, reacting or laughing behind my backThe only party I’m not afraid to reveal my fears, my stupidity, my foolish dreams and my darkest moments…So I write… and when I feel so empty, I read! Written in October 2017

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Game Over

أحياناً نخسر اللعبة طوعاً وبإرادةٍ كاملة منّا ليس لأننا لا نجيد اللعب بطريقة أفضل بل كي ننقذ أشخاص نهتم لأمرهم كي نمنعهم من الغرق، كي نسمح لهم بأن يشعّوا ويتألقوا، فيظنوا بأنهم لاعبين ماهرين، بأنهم يربحون  ونحن  أغبياء إنما هم لا يعلمون أنه حين نفقد كلّ احترام، كل ثقة تجاههم، حين يتحول التقدير والإعجاب إلى احتقار  عندها يخسرون كل شيء بخسارتنا وعندها فقط تكون اللعبة قد انتهت Written on March 3rd 2013

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من أنا

هل استفقت يوماً لتكتشف بأنك تكره كل ما اعتدت أن تحبه تكره طريقة تصرفكَ، أُسلوبكَ، ملابسكَ، ذوقكَ لا تحب كل ما تفعله عادةُ، لا تريدُ أن تكون مع من تكون عادةً  تكتشفَ أنّ هذه الحياة ليست حياتكَ  وتتمنى لو أنّك تختفي لتظهرَ في عالمٍ آخر مناقضٍ لعالمكَ؟ إستفقتُ ولم أجدني بحثتُ عنّي دون جدوى لا أدري من ذا الذي حلّ […]

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