On the wings of the wind

I could feel the wind catch my heart cry and carry it away, as if towards God. I stood there, under the old weeping-willow, and sensed I was not alone any longer.

The rain drops fell on the ground and I had to run off, but with my heart expectant this time.

Not everything is my business

In some matters of life I choose to be ignorant.

Thinking For Others

One rude mistake we should try to escape: to assume for others that we know what and how they feel, without letting them feel and speak for themselves.

fairy tales

We get to hear and read the fairy tales twice in our lives - once when we are small, and later, when we have our own children. If we don't let our imagination and hope turned faith prevail, we loose the perspective to life as such, which has a spell of magic beauty to it, a secret to unfold, the glory and a sense of justice.

Letter

It is easier to forgive you because you don't know my heart.

Forgiveness

I believe that when we each made a choice, we did not know we would hurt each other so much.
I forgive you.
Will you forgive me?

I Think that Must Be Family

Every time you leave after a short visit I know that you love me. I know that love motivates you to come this long way and you do, because you are a family.
Thank you!
Have a safe return home!

Not For Sale

Friends are not for sale, for if they were, I would use all of my savings to acquire one.

Observations

Majority of people like talking. People get intimidated by silence, they feel uncomfortable and create conversations that often have no need of a place, but to ease the silence discomfort people get engaged into verbal exchange.

Try to observe and you will notice that when having a conversation, most people want to talk about themselves, about their problems or success, about their experience, their pain or their happiness.
There is so little room for others.

I am not a morning person.

It is late in the night when I can hear. I can hear my soul and my heart. All the noise of the day, all the troubles of the day give way to this very moment when I can connect with myself, with who I am, where I can better see my fears and doubts, where I can reflect on my choices and values.

It is this early morning, yet deep into the night, when the world on this side of the planet is covered with the dream blanket, I can sit in the room and make some plans, I can dream the future and aspire.

It is this very moment in time, on the verge of a new day, which can bring tears to my eyes. No, I am not a cry-baby, far from it - I am strong- but there is something very tender and sacred and at the same time very home-like feeling, the familiarity of childhood and a gulp of air of the future, not known but to the point of predictable.

These times with myself and the silence as my witness, I can hear a tender voice that is also very familiar to me from my early adolescence, whispering deep into me of my value, of my purpose, of my destiny.

And later in the morning, when the birds start waking up, when the cool of the morning beacons me to bed I leave – starting this new day with a hope, even through the dreams from which I awake later when the prayers are prayed from the mosques, when the chants are chanted from the temples, when the cars make their way to destinations, when the fruit seller shouts – everything announcing the reality, and the necessity of LIFE that rushes through …swiping and absorbing everything on its way, squeezing all liveliness and energy, twisting like a tornado, banging on the walls and as if challenging and testing whether my solitude times and refreshment can stand the pressures of the day’s demand.

Things about me.

I think when I sleep.