Slow death...

7:00 am… The loud alarm goes off…

7:40 am… Sara is still sleeping

8:00 am… The loud alarm goes off… again…

Sara ignores the hideous creature that her clock has become… She slightly remembers the course she took last semester about pollution.. She recalls mocking the writers about considering noise pollution as an actual problem… Boy does she take that back now…

10:00 am… She opens her eyes… only to check if she already missed the quiz she was supposed to take that day… She realized that she did indeed miss the fourth quiz yet, this semester only… “Oh, what the hell, why not sleep it off… kharba kharba.. I’ll think about it later..”

4:00 pm… She forces herself to get up…

While taking a shower, she thinks…. ‘what am I going to do today? Study maybe? Yeah I should study…’

7:00 pm… She speaks to her friends on the phone, “wayhhh mali khelg maaali khelgg adress!! Sh3endekum? Ta3aaalaw baitna or lets do something… ok ok.. Yalla see u in a bit..”

10:30 pm … She’s back in her room… thinking ‘lazem adress..’ Then she goes and spends some time with her family…

12:30 am… She attempts to go sleep…

5:30 am… She’s still attempting to sleep… Brick breakers… Tv shows… bored… bored… Lonely… every sane person is asleep…

Its that time when Sara thinks about her life… What it has become… A series of empty events… Going out… having fun… unhealthy eating habits… She has EVERYTHING… yet she’s doing nothing… She looks at her wall, only to find more than 46 awards that represent what she used to be… The high honors, her participation in every little thing she could lay a finger on… Basically, all in the past… That successful girl is gone, dead… If only she studies… If only she exercises… If only she MOVES ON… If only, if only, if only…. She closes her eyes… knowing that “If only’s” exist only in fairytales …

The next day is as the day before… so is the next… and the next… and the next… Suddenly, the downfall “phase” has evolved only to become a downfall “ERA”….

One night… The night that she thought would become the end of her… The night she decided to give up.. To give in and accept the new nothingness of her being… The night she actually considered not falling in love, just to satisfy her low self esteem… The night she covered all her fears with her blanket and wanted to sleep it off and sleep her LIFE off… That night… Sara WOKE UP...

She woke up… looked at her reflection… and didn’t recognize the figure staring back at her…

People reached the moon… Kuwaiti women reached the parliament… and Sara reached Rock bottom...

That moment… The moment she realized she hit rock bottom, Sara decided, from now on… her life will only go upward from there… She will come back.. And she will come back strong… She will tackle every fear, every weakness, every predicament, and every drawback…

"Failure, like the darkness of night, may slow me down. But the dawn will come, the sun will shine again, and I will be on my way..."




PS. Last line is a quote..
oh and mnmaana fansha mn mavali resa mnmalesh jaglabooooot;****

Time for change..

Change... People change the nature of their future… They change their opinions.. They change the way they look.. They change their personalities and standards… They change moods… They change rules… They change schools… They change homes.. They grow up and with each different stage.. They change to adapt… and with that… They change lifestyles..


I hate change… My life started as I know it in seventh grade… I was shy, always hiding behind the shadows of my amazing, loved, and popular siblings… I was never smart, never pretty, never shone in any way.. But it was okay.. Because my sister, my half, was and is still the smartest and most beautiful girl I will ever know.. So because she’s a part of me… It was like I was the beautiful and smart one…

In seventh grade, one of my friends introduced me to her group… a group of girls… That’s when my life began…

When middle school was over, I was afraid high school would change us.. It didn‘t… When high school was over I was afraid graduating would change us.. It didn’t.. Although every older person said it would… My best friends became my family, the people who see right through me… We have become each others’ escape from reality… We study together… We eat together… We practically live together… Their families are my families and vice versa… Now, our college life is almost over… Now, change is inevitable.. We can’t avoid it.. We can’t escape it.. We can’t CHANGE it!

Some of us will go study abroad… Some of us will join competitive firms that will keep us busy… Some will get married… Change isn’t bad… Its hard… It seems as if I’m a kid that enjoys being in her protective bubble and afraid to go into the real world.. Maybe that is the case… Maybe its not… I’m not sure…

Today… I realized that change causes some frustration and confusion, especially to those who are not ready to adjust to that change… people like me… I just wanted to say this… to everyone facing change… to my best friends…

Priorities change, careers, husbands, children will come first…But no one will ever know me as much as you do.. No one will know every cut, every smile, every fall, every heartbreak, every triumph, every mistake, every detail of our childhood… We will all get married and have children… We probably will reunite every once in a while.. Not nearly enough… But no matter how apart we might seem to be, I will still be the escape from your reality… when you need a best friend… always and forever…