ENSLAVEMENT
My existence weighs on me
I am burdened by the knowledge that I exist
I have become a victim of my thoughts
Enslaved by my religion,
My belief,
My culture,
Destiny laughs in my face,
Confirming that I chose this reality
I cry in his face,
Confirming that I am the one to bury this reality
I exist, so I am dead
This body was not created for my soul
But the fuel for the engine of life.
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On that fateful day, I came to a profound realization – the moment I grasped the fragility of my existence, the day I became aware of my mortality. Little did I know, it was the start of an unimaginable curse. The curse had begun. My mind wandered in search of meaning, jolted by the truth of existence, and since that day, I have been in a relentless search for myself. These reflections caused turmoil, leading to despair and anger as I contemplated my consciousness in the three dimensional.
How was your experience with the realization of existence? I would love to know.
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Continuing with this series of thought-provoking questions aimed at expanding critical thinking skills and exploring philosophical ideas, I invite you to join me on this journey of intellectual growth!
Question 14:
Is war ever justifiable?
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Dream-حًُلمْ
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Continuing with this series of thought-provoking questions aimed at expanding critical thinking skills and exploring philosophical ideas, I invite you to join me on this journey of intellectual growth!
Question 13:
Should terminally ill patients be able to choose death?
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DEFEATING THE IMPOSSIBLE
I will breathe underwater and swim in the ocean's depths
I will sleep with scorpions and drink the water of hell
I will spin around the sun and wake up to the face of storms
I will begin from the end and fall into space
I will pray in the heavens and sing to the Sirens
I will hunt lions and stare into the eyes of leopards
I will look into the dark and wear the spider's web
I will build trees and exhale the clouds
Then I will realize who I am, and I will laugh at my sad face
I will do the impossible.
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In the realm of thoughts and evolution, my consciousness entered burdened, ethereal yet insecure. A defeated creature, I grappled with the weight of existence, cloaked in the shroud of death that turned me into a ghost among the living. Unburied, untouched by light, Cello Before Suicide is a series of poems that unravels the struggle with depression, leading me into the darkness of the dead, entombed within the garden of remembrance.
The cello's melodies, akin to a divine language, became my solace, a conduit for conversations with an unseen god. "Cello Before Suicide" unfolds across four chapters:
1. Electrified by Existence:* Delving into the human experience, it explores the realization of existence, unraveling the mysteries of life that ultimately plunged me into depression.
2. The Personification of Death and Sorrow: Embodied in depression, I transformed into a ghostly figure among the living, awaiting transition into the unknown.
3. Love in the Ghostly Sense: Reflecting on the incapacity to believe or express love, it grapples with the question of how a soulless ghost can offer love.
4. Phoenix Rising: From the ashes of despair, this chapter narrates my resurrection, the awakening from death's grip, and the rediscovery of life's profound experiences.
“Cello before Suicide” Coming soon, hopefully!!
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April 15, 2023,
Fleeing chais, finduing hope,
As the night draped over me like a heavy shroud, marking one year away from home during Ramadan, the distant echo of my sister's urgent voice still resonates in my mind. "Hurry, lock the doors! We don't understand what's happening, but it's not safe" she urged through the phone, her words laced with fear. The cacophony of bashing and aircraft overhead sent shivers down my spine, as our housekeeper, E, and our driver and security guard rushed to secure our home.
With each passing moment, the sounds of the battlefield drew nearer, amplifying the terror gripping my heart.
The news broadcast only added to the dread, The RSF and SAF, once allies, now turned against each other, detailing clashes between the two parties, mere minutes from our homes. With dread tightening its grip on my heart, I wondered about my niece and nephew, mere minutes from the heart of the turmoil. In desperation, I broke my fast, seeking solace in medication and music to drown out the dissonance both outside and within, I reached for my Xanax, desperate for a reprieve from the suffocating anxiety.
Hours passed like fleeting moments until a familiar voice shattered the silence, my cousin M, a beacon of hope in the darkness. With E in tow, he fled us to the residence of my aunt's, navigating through streets haunted by the specter of violence, and deceased bodies.
Two weeks later, we found ourselves at the Egyptian border, reunited with my sister after a harrowing journey. With only three pajamas, my laptop, medications, and passport in tow, we embarked on a journey into the unknown, leaving behind the comfort of home and the memories we held dear.
1st of May 2023, nestled in a safe neighborhood, the quiet of the night is haunted by nightmares of the past. The news of my parental cousin's tragic demise, a victim of senseless violence, leaving behind a shattered family arrived like a cruel twist of fate.
Now, a year removed from the chaos, As I pen these words from the safety of my bed, my thoughts drift to the home I left behind, longing for the day when I can return and reclaim the memories that still linger in its walls. It's a sobering reminder to cherish those we hold dear, to never take their presence for granted, for tomorrow is never promised, and life can change in the blink of an eye.
S
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SERENITY
His eyes were filled with the serenity of a full moon at night
Reflecting on a shimmering lake
Purified by its light!!
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