All posts by Nour Al Amine


As I sat in the crowded bus on my way home, a small kid about 7 to 8 years old stopped the bus and hopped in. I looked at him wearing his school uniform,  carrying a backpack which is absolutely bigger and heavier than his tiny body. He sat by the window staring out as if he is dreaming of tomorrow while counting the minutes to reach home, after a busy school day.images (1) As I sat quietly in that crowded bus with the little boy just right behind me, flashbacks came into my sight to the time when I was at the same age as his,on a sunny day as this day.I remember how on sunny days my brother and I used to walk up the hill after school to wait for mom and avoid the traffic. I remember each sunny day as a special one on its own, how we used to race each other on the way up one day and haste ourselves up side by side the other.

For few minutes I felt like that little girl again, holding tight to my elder brother’s hand as he walked me to class. Again, I was that little redhead standing by the fence looking up for my brother, the feeling of joy came to me again as when I used to catch a glance of him far away in the playground.

When suddenly a car’s honk woke me up, I am back in the bus tired and sleepy waiting to get out of the traffic as soon as possible. As I wondered did time really passed? When did I get this serious? What happened to my childhood classmates? Where this life did threw them? Did they change? How do they look like now? Even I have become a different person myself and far away from that little girl.

It is weird how I can’t help but imagine my classmates as they were little boys and girls. As if I am the only one who grew up while they are still stuck in the old dusty pages as naughty boys and girls …

I keep on wondering when did I reach this stage of my life, did I really pass through all this or is it just another weird dream?!


A Crazy Wish

10507994_277497782435664_336475182_aAs humans we care so much about details, even the smallest ones. So when it comes to stories, we focus on every tiny thing that helps us in creating the image in our minds.

When we are listening to our grandparent’s stories or even to our parent’s ones; we ask them about every single detail. Details help us figure out what was going on, but there will always be something missing and shaded.

Stories from our decade and we can’t imagine it, so what about stories that took place hundreds and thousands of years ago! The stories we hear from that time seem unreal and so far away from our logical thinking, we get lost between the events, details, time and place.

From that moment of lost came a crazy wish; a wish to spend a day in every different decade. Imagine if you can witness great events that happened in history, if you can get to know world’s greatest mysteries and to meet the best people of the world.

tumblr_static_tumblr_static_2ryyl2kvf54wo48s8skkswggg_640A crazy wish that will help you reveal world’s secrets, unlock signals and you will get to know great people who history admires or was unfair with. This crazy tour will lead you to meet unknown people who had a great role in history, but they were not mentioned in your history book.

A weird world, where every society destroys the first and builds a new one, which in turn will be destroyed by another. A day will come where our world will be just a chapter in the history book and people would be wandering about our secrets and how did we manage to live in such a world?!

The same incomplete ending is written for different stories ….let your imagination on and search for the ending for the incomplete shaded story you heard.


We are all born to be free, to take the lead and walk ahead, powerfully and liberally. Some believe that trapping themselves and waiting for the rescue is easier than fighting for life.

They choose to lock themselves, to be imprisoned, silent and weak. They decide it is easier to hide in the dark and wait for the change, for the hero to come and save them. They believe   help must come to them someday; someday somebody will come to disturb the creepy silence, break all the obstacles and give them the freedom they deserve!

Gullible and humble are those who believe that if they choose to be caged and scrawny are going to be rescued at some point.  The weak are always used and never rescued.

A freely, strong, and a leading person would never rescue someone to share freedom with him. The weak ones are the tools for the strong to reach a higher place; they loan a hand down to the weak to complete their image as considerate ones, but it is never for real. A free person makes you believe that you only deserve a limited portion of freedom and you’re destined to live such a life.

Freedom is not a reward; it is not something to be gifted to you. You either choose to be a free person or an imprisoned one.

From its beginning, life is based on freedom; a lot have died in their fight for freedom, freedom of land, of thought, of life….they all died for a cause they believed in. Looking back you will see that no one was gifted his/her freedom …they fought for it.

Choose to be strong, free, use your power and independence…and never choose to be the one who needs to be rescued!

Maze of Confusion


Inside a huge maze with a plan or without it; we always tend to move forward; somehow towards the bright side. We work and stroll ahead, heads up, mind full, carrying all what we have of accomplishments, ambitions and hopes. Glances backwards, flashbacks, memories and nostalgia, when out of a sudden you’re stuck!

You’re one way or another in the middle of the maze you can’t go back, which is not even an option; you solved so many mysteries and escaped from all the traps. Now it is dark and all the roads lead backwards and only one foggy one ahead; it is all terrifying. You’re out of choices, the wind is blowing against you, the fog in-front of you reflects your horrified shadow which is starring right into your eyes and heading to the road behind you. Will you let your shadow lead you? Or will you not?

Just go ahead follow your shadow, march on all what you’ve done till now, destroy it all, and live forever as a black and white version of you that is lost now and forever in this huge maze. Or guts up, let your shadow follow you, the road is foggy and dark; what can we do it’s a maze! But keep in mind that out of the darkness you will find yourself, you will solve it and find a bright way out of it.

Life is about tough choices and having the courage to make it. Inside the maze you are moving ahead , but just behind the wall to your right someone is stuck, to your left someone is trapped and maybe few miles ahead of you someone is setting the trap for you; you never know. You should wait a little, examine your way and be witty enough to know when to move on.

Be a little patient and make sure you’re making the right choice, you’ve crossed all the obstacles till now, passed through the harshest storms and by some means managed to dance your way inside a tornado. You’re almost there, don’t give up now, never accept the fact of becoming the black and white shadow; instead be the courageous colored version of you that is welling to find its  way out of the maze no matter what!

Outside the maze there is a total new world waiting to be discovered, maybe it is a new mystery or a fresh beginning; either ways you should be brave enough to discover it yourself. Lots of shadows have been trapped in the maze of confusion for a long time now; you can hear their shouts, feel their fear and witness their regrets. They took the wrong decision at the right time, but you’re here now so think right before it is too late…

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The Voice of Fate

The moon in the middle of the dark sky, the clock rang announcing midnight; his horrible day was finally over. He dragged himself down the dark alley trying to get to bed as fast as he could.

He walked lonely in the dark troubling his fate and destiny; when suddenly in that darkness raised a loud mocking laugh arresting all the silence and freaked him out as he never had been freaked before.

Shivering lonely in that dark alley, trembling non reasonable words in his attempts to know what was that? Or actually who was that? The laugh was back followed by the answer “I am your fate you stupid! .So he gathered his breath and shouted distinctly: “Aren’t you satisfied yet! All what you’ve done and now you’re insulting me!”

Calm down little man I am the victim here! You invented me; you are nourishing me with your faults and stupidity. You are the one taking the actions and then you blame me for the reward. The credit is all yours when it comes for the worthy ones and you blame me for the rest. Stand up for your actions and stop acting like a victim.

As terrified as he was, he turned on the light with his eyes rolling around the deserted place; he was lonely as ever. He was just hallucinating; his actions are leading him through all his life. Now he is destined, fated to live such a life or die for it!

His terrified features are changed to shame and frustration; with only his shadow by his side. With no one there to blame and with his fate part of it; he just looked behind and accused his own shadow!!

Man nature refuses to learn the lesson; someone should always be blamed for an action, but never himself no matter what, as if his shade was not his.