قلب نابض بالايمان

جزء من الايمان هو التصديق المطلق لأشياء قد تبدو في ظاهرها بسيطة و لكن اذا تعمق المرء لاكتشاف بعض الأسرار و الأدلة التي تبرهن على عظمة الخالق. 

استوقفني مؤخرا عظمة حديث الرسول صلى الله عليه و سلم (اللَّهُمَّ أَحْيِنِي مِسْكِينًا ، وَأَمِتْنِي مِسْكِينًا ، وَاحْشُرْنِي فِي زُمْرَةِ الْمَسَاكِينِ يَوْمَ الْقِيَامَةِ) عندما تباهى عم أبو سيد به.

 عم أبو سيد رجل تقدم به العمر، ولد ليجد نفسه فقيرا و لا يملك من امره شيء و لكنه لم يستسلم، على وجهه المكسي بخطوط العمر توجد مسحة من الطيبة. "ما هو سيدنا النبي كان مسكين زينا" هي جملة نقطها لسانه متباهيا بعدما نعت بال"مسكين". لربما لم يعِ عم أبو سيد ان كلمة مسكين المذكورة في الحديث تعني المتواضع الخاضع لله، و لم يتطرق لتفسير الحديث أو صحته لكنه شعر بصلة تجمعه بنبيه خير الانام دون ان يراه، صفة ينعت بها عم أبو سيد كثيرا ربما بقصد الشفقة و لكن الله زرع من الايمان في قلبه ما يجعله فخورا بكونه مسكين.

فدم اللهم ربي ما وضعت في قلب هذا الرجل الفقير اليك من حبك و حب نبيك و ارزقنا و اياه شربة من يد حبيبك لا نظمئ بعدها ابدا.

Baby steps to the real world

In my own bubble I'm resting my head on my hands, eyes rolling around, and zoning out. In my own bubble, I'm laying down, I see you coming closer with sharp edgy pins in your hands trying to burst my bubble. In my own bubble, I'm scared. In my own bubble, I'm wearing the mask of a legendary hero. In my own bubble, I'm promising myself to grasp the good of this world, to make it mine. In my own bubble, my heart is racing, my tears are involuntary shedding despite all the power exerted by my brain to stop them from flowing. In my own bubble, I can see you getting closer and closer.

The end of my bubble is declared by the echoing sound of the burst. The shredded parts of the bubble were all over the place, here lies my dreams, and there lies my hopes. Like a baby for the first time I'm meeting the world, blurry are the faces, fading are the sounds, and burning is the light. Here I am, collecting the pieces of my comfort bubble. Like jigsaw puzzle pieces, time will be needed to reform the bubble allover again. Like a jigsaw puzzle, I'll be able to see the cracks and rifts between each and every piece. My bubble will never be whole again.

Dear real world, I would have asked for a better meeting; but you hadn't waited. Dear real world, frenemies we  became.

Power of My Own

By Mia Araujo

It is  a humanly -not intended- feature. A feature that seems to surprise me every now and then. My feature is my superpower and sometimes it's my weakness point. Carelessness, ladies and gentlemen, is my thing. It's not a permanent thing to be counted on, yet it's not a minute thing to be ignored. 

To care is to think, to preoccupy your mind with those tiny details that means nothing to the general public but means the world to the person in question.

To care is to love, to lock the memories in a safe place deep down in your heart, and to recall them when they are needed knowing that you wont be forgiven if you forget a thing.

To care is to cherish the years, the months, the weeks, the days, and the seconds well and not so well spent around that special someone. Caring is much of a job that you're not allowed to quit. 

But one day, when the truth hits you with its rage waves breaking your guards and swallowing all the beautiful moments into the vortex of reality, you're the one to be blamed. Warning flags were raised several times on the shore of your relationship beach, all you did is turning a blind eye for the sake of love you say.

There is no superman to save you, no solid support to cling to, there's you and you alone. Are ready to face the angry ocean of your emotions? Surprisingly I am. It's when I discovered my superpower of shutting the world down, clearing my head, and dragging myself to the sweet imaginary world of mine; Carelessness I call it, cruelty they see it.