It’s “O-U”

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.

The Flower That Someone Doodled On The Wall Is Swaying

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Can’t Drive 55.”

I never felt so alone than when I thought about my obsession with Anime.

Smile. Because It Happened.

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss

Both her feet used to fit on a single gray tile. The ceilings looked imposing and felt untouchable. The chairs were too big for her small frame, and the tables felt too high for comfort. Sometimes agoraphobia kicked in when she was alone in the rooms. The lights sometimes hurt her eyes. The sheer number of stairs on the way to the roof made her legs ache every time she climbed them to get lunch.

Friends and Making Friends: 11 Realizations

I’m not talking about Friends as in the TV series. I’m talking about real life friends and friendships. As I near the end of high school (in my country at least) I know that I may not have exhausted my ability or willingness to make friends just yet, but I also know that I have most certainly lost the momentum I gained just a couple of years ago. In retrospect, I’ve had two of the best years spent with my bestest friends yet. Guys, they say if you can be friends for 7 years straight, nothing can tear you apart. We’ve got the majority left, but I know it will be easier for me this time than it was the last. This blog post is a tribute to us and our friendship.

11 Fears of a Debut Author

I was supposed to be done on the 4th. Well, I reached the last chapter on the 4th, and actually managed to finish it by ten forty-five pm. But, I had neither a prologue nor an epilogue.

I have written an epilogue now, though. And, if you are reading this on my site then you will notice the milestone widget saying “The Big Day is here!” on my sidebar. I’ll probably take it down tomorrow or the day after. The prologue felt too off, so I ditched it. Now, just a few hours ago, actually, I had some terrifying realizations. And I want to share them, in hopes that they will subside somewhat.

Here they are.