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I now indulge myself in the amateur drawing. I stopped drawing for ten years because I thought it was a waste of time. (I stopped it when I entered college).  After a burnout episode at work, caused by this growing shadow of feeling like a failure to what I was yearning for while forced to work in something I don't care about.  So  I  recently returned to drawing to the level I had in school. What helped me to enjoy making art once again is simply because I decided to be comfortable with the fact that I would not make money out of it. I think we are at fault to think about such creative endeavours are means to other ends. I look forward to being my own patreon and work fewer hours to allow myself to freely pursuit creativity. 

 Whether the absolute “Truth” exists or not is a vast and beautiful debate. However, the problem is that we are not hanging in Athens; instead, we are fighting through social media. In that social battleground arena, we can easily filter out people, ignore others and create our own cultural bubble.  I struggle so much with maintaining a good habit for debates that I developed. The difficulty of that habit increases with my increased interest in the topic: Whenever a collective discussion arises, I start to understand the argument that I am intuitively against (even if I had to go through annoying comments). Then I try to take out the positive aspects of their perspectives and include them in mine. Through this process, I sometimes find a middle way, which cannot be accepted by the mainstream contradicting positions. I often find myself having A centrist opinion that, On the other hand, a progressive person might discover too idealistic and unrealistic. On the other hand, the c...

As from nothing emerge these words I have been watching, witnessing The fullness of humans as they are taking up space.. That screaming baby, that productive achiever, that working mother, the labouring ones All labels produce noise out of nothing Can One sits with themselves without labeling them as One Just, together, I, alone, with, her, them, and him Echoes from the days that passed Echoes from the days will pass Coming through the five senses of The Nothing But, as The Nothing, is aware of their nothingness.. The echoes pass through and away And  Nothing Happens

How to invite the silence into the silence? Why is this silence seeks to meet with the one preceeds it?. When two silences merge, emerges  T h e   O n e Oh my silence, let the noise of these pleads guide you. Although you, yourself, are carrying the noise of your days. With all of his troubles and dreams. Where am I, but a drowning body within a stormy sea Where the waves of the century throw around our damaged body. There, my silence, is nowhere to rest. But, in between. There is a quietening between the first weave, and the second, and within one. Where the eyes of the storm shred their troubles   And there, and only there Is where you find yourself As the one silence Meeting  T h e   O n e

 One day at my university in Damascus, a terrible event happened That day, a mortar shell landed on the student´s cafeteria. 22 students lost their lives And later in that period, I had an Exam, which was surprising how we went as we usually do. We all continue the examination next to the location of the shell. We sat afterwards next to the park where the explosion took place. And, of course, it was already cleaned out of all traces of blood and flesh. But we noticed a piece laying on the grass that no one saw, a human jaw. with teeth and meat parts And when I gazed at it, I froze and pondered maybe for ten minutes I was not thinking about anything, but I felt something. There are moments of human experience when language and words never help For the first time in my life, I needed to write poetry. I did write stuff every now and then. But this time is different; this time, there is something that feels like a revelation. May 2016 The first movement: a jaw was moving with plans, dr...

"You will know you are doing the right thing when you are rewarded with peace." Oprah Winery When I think about any decision, I talk to myself through other people's mouths; Friends, co-workers, or Imaginary People. Anyone who I imagine their opinion is in contrast to mine. Furthermore, it is also impossible to change theirs. Here we enter the battlefield (the internal discussion). There I judge my "tone"... Is it an angry, sarcastic, or "competing to a crowd" one? Then my decision is not ready and needs more reflection. Here we must sit still, take a breath, and re-re-reflect on the things that appear to us in need of a fight. Take a breath and seek the essence of your resistance. *Example* If the decision has something to do with money, then what does "money" mean to you, or "the value of it": Power to elevate pain, sacred, easy as it comes and goes, challenging to obtain, etc. If there is a word that rings from all the values, th...