Some dreams wake me up and leave me in a haze.
I remember seeing the dirty unreachable corners, between the bed and the bookshelf, between the TV stand and that chest of drawers. I remember the old red curtains, faded from continuous direct exposure to the sun, hanging from every one of the abundant windows and doorways. I remember the old paint peeling off the ancient walls.
The TV plays a cliche cinema about a rich girl falling in love with a poor guy. It’s always the same, with slightly different plot points every time. Everyone in the room knows all the actors and actresses and acts as if it were their story. There’s in-scene commentary. There’re sing-alongs every time a song comes up. They can’t count how many times they’ve watched each of these. Continue reading “Daily Prompt: Faded”
10 is such a satisfying number.
Since starting this blog, I’ve done a year-in-books post every year, whether it’s before Jan 1st or after. Every year, the first thing I do when I log on to Goodreads.com in the beginning of the year is set up the reading challenge. Usually, people put in a number a bit higher than the previous year. I do something different. I put in 10.
Here’s why I do that. I don’t exactly consciously think Hey I need to read this many books this year. (I bet no one does that.) But 10 is like a rudimentary number. I know that if I don’t clear a challenge as simple as that I’ve either had a really bad year or I’m a huge disappointment.
And besides, when I finish the 20th book, and log that in, the reading challenge percentage becomes 200. Isn’t that just so satisfying?
Last year, I read all of these books: Continue reading “2016 in Books”
Warning. Spoilers ahead. Read at your own risk.
I remember that as a child, Cinderella was my favorite Disney movie. It was so fascinating. Evil people who are evil for the sake of being evil. A ton of animal friends. (I really hated the cat, though. Seriously.) And at the very end, a dream come true. It was everything my mind could encompass.
However, as the years progressed, and I had Cinderella retellings coming my way, I realized that I liked the retellings a lot more than my childhood favorite.
Here’re the things that caught my eye when I thought about why Ella Enchanted felt more believable. Continue reading “Ella Enchanted”
It’s been a little over a year now that I first put in some actual effort to understand what those weird abbreviations in my friend’s collection of knitting patterns. Now that I look back, I just wasn’t interested enough.
I remember spending a little over a week mastering knits and purls. Continue reading “Yarny”
I love my name. The first two words are long and a hard combination of syllables to remember, and have very beautiful meanings (they’re Arabic words). The nickname is short and easy, and still very beautiful. I love my name, because it is as much my identity as my body, or my mind, or my writing, or my knitting and crocheting, or my reading. It’s all a package.
I love being addressed by my nickname. It makes me feel safe, like I’m home and don’t need to worry about anyone judging. I don’t have to worry about socializing and wondering if I should step it up or down. Continue reading “It’s “O-U””
via Daily Prompt: Unfinished
This has been bugging me for some time.
It’s not the first time I’ve started something only to loose interest somewhere down the line.
Wait. Let’s back up a bit. I used to be the person who was afraid of starting anything. The thought of anything new, or any change, to this day, makes me nervous, and I hate feeling uncomfortable. The start of something new is always a drastic change. It requires effort and constant getting used to. Continue reading “Daily Prompt: Unfinished”