ضفة الطريق

في ذالك اليوم كنت جالسا على ضفة الطريق…

ليمر النهر ويلقي التحية من بعيد…

انظر هناك يا أخي…

إنها الريح تحمل طائرا…

طائرا يفرد جناحيه ليحملني إلى الأفق البعيد…

إنها نحلة ترتشف من رحيق الزهر…

إنها زهرة تبحث عن نور الشمس…

إنه تيار يبحث عن موج البحر…

عندما ينمو الورق…

عندها يبرز العرق…

بعدها يثمر الشجر…

عندها يقطف الثمر…

هذه لوحة رسمها الخالق العظيم…

إنها جزء قد رآه البعض… حلم به البعض… ولم يره البعض بعد…

ما أبدع صنع الخالق…

You will always be their prisoner

“Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner”

I came across this eye-opening quote while reading ‘A Million Little Pieces’ by James Frey, and my brain sort of took it in and devoured it into meaning.

Not only are we prisoners of our own, but we are also prisoners of people who serve remote purposes in our lives. It saddens me, how individuals out there choose to do “good” in order to get the approval of others. Some might do it to stay on the safe side, but is being on the safe side really worth it? Is it worth stopping yourself from being someone? Most importantly, is it important enough to stop yourself from being the person you are meant to be: yourself? I stop myself from taking certain actions, that would harm me as a person with an immense amount of self-respect, and so; I tend to steer my way into the path that would drive me into goodwill, because I am my own person, and appraisal is not what I feed on, especially when it is followed by an undeserving matter. I have grown up to face a plethora of challenges, and barriers that made me the person I am today. I am grateful for those who doubted me, or made me feel dubious, otherwise. Thank you society, I have learned to accept every flaw, and most importantly, the beauty of you.

Being an open-minded person is considered to be some sort of mind-eating/corruptive part of one’s personality. I most certainly did not sign up to be a robotic/brainwashed individual, even if the consequences drive people’s will against my own.

My society builds itself upon how it portrays itself to the world, regardless of what is beneficial to them, but seemingly hurtful to others.

If I base my happiness on irrational opinions, I will, without a doubt, cease to find happiness or myself in that matter.

Everyone in this world, is likely to be opinionated, they might have an idea but not the entire picture. I am not afraid of justice; of what others might consider shame, because what people think about me is none of my business.

Yesterday

Yesterday, a forgotten blessing we’ve sought to bury.

Yesterday, a past I am assiduous in grasping every memory.

Yesterday, a part of everything I was,

everything I ought to be,

everything I am today.

 

Oh, dear future,

Reminisce these beautiful memories and grasp every shade of what I have overcome to live by you, for the past is merely a heartbeat away.

-Today

الفصول الأربعة

بعدسة غادة الشيبة

بعدسة غادة الشيبة

ما الذي يحدث يا ترى…أرى تصرفاته كالجو المتقلب الذي تحل فيه الفصول الأربعة…

يوماً يتأجج نشاطاً مع نسمات الصيف وهدير المياه…

يوماً يكسوه الجفاء واللامبالاة كبرد الشتاء…

يوماً كأنه غريب يسقط كما تتساقط أوراق الخريف…

يوماً يسري بلطف كما تهب نسمات الربيع وتتفتح زهور الحياة …

ما الذي يحدث يا ترى… هل يا ترى يرى ما أرى…

هل يجوز للإنسان أن يتصرف وفقا لمزاجه… أم أن عليه ترويض نفسه حتى لا تجرح من لا ذنب لهم…

من أنت يا ترى… هل أنت الورق الذي يتطاير مع الريح…

أم أنك نهر يجري في الطريق… أم أنت الربيع الذي يخطف الخريف…

أم أنك الجبل الذي يلامس الغمام… من أنت يا ترى…

فارس على الجواد… أم جواد بلا فارس…

أنت خيال… أم واقع محال…

من أنت يا ترى… هل تراني مثلما أرى…

تهب نسمات الربيع… وخيالك على الماء يرى…

تمحو الريح صورتك… لتترك العصفور يرتشف من الماء دون خوف…

لتبقى صورتك ذكرى تناثرت مع الورى…

Personality Traits Beyond Words

You lost me as I lost myself, yet found me in time’s best hour.

We found each other, between the mishaps, wrapped around the memories that were once a series of nostalgic waves.

Drowned by the days, saved by an impatient sunrise cracking its beauty through earth’s dirt.

The peak; a masterpiece one cannot cease to wallow in.

The rays; goodwill splashed into my forsaken days.

The clouds; mimicking your shadows, towering me with pleasures an oblivious being would come to notice.

You have saved me, turning my nothingness into an epiphany of every lovers dream.

Ramadan

Ramadan, the holy month, has come. Ramadan is the month in which you can try to be a better person. It is the month when the families always meet together.
Try to help poor people, people in need, your friends and your family.
Try to be honest, try to do go things that make other people happy and satisfied.
Ramadan Kareem everyone.

Artwork by Ayah AlShamary (Instagram: @ayah_photography, twitter: @AyahAmerAlShama)

Artwork by Ayah AlShamary (Instagram: @ayah_photography, twitter: @AyahAmerAlShama)

Artwork by Ayah AlShamary (Instagram: @ayah_photography, twitter: @AyahAmerAlShama)

Artwork by Ayah AlShamary (Instagram: @ayah_photography, twitter: @AyahAmerAlShama)

Artwork by Ayah AlShamary (Instagram: @ayah_photography, twitter: @AyahAmerAlShama)

Artwork by Ayah AlShamary (Instagram: @ayah_photography, twitter: @AyahAmerAlShama)

Artwork by Ayah AlShamary (Instagram: @ayah_photography, twitter: @AyahAmerAlShama)

Artwork by Ayah AlShamary (Instagram: @ayah_photography, twitter: @AyahAmerAlShama)

Artwork by Ayah AlShamary (Instagram: @ayah_photography, twitter: @AyahAmerAlShama)

Artwork by Ayah AlShamary (Instagram: @ayah_photography, twitter: @AyahAmerAlShama)

Artwork by Ayah AlShamary (Instagram: @ayah_photography, twitter: @AyahAmerAlShama)

Artwork by Ayah AlShamary (Instagram: @ayah_photography, twitter: @AyahAmerAlShama)