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Finding Everyday inspiration: Day two

#Everyday inspiration/ Day two 

Write a list

I am not sure if I am good in making lists, but, since I have been doing nothing for the last several months and embracing the life of  unemployment, blogging seems more reasonable and fun then doing the same dull things I do every day. I am writing a list of the things I like, to remind myself of the things I cherish and love, of the things I am inclined to do, and of the passions that I need to re-visit.

Things I like/ the unedited list

  • I like to smoke, especially when I am writing a blog post in the middle of the night.
  • I like playing cards
  • I like my morning black coffee
  • I like blogging even if my blog is not that prolific or hasn’t so many followers, but, I like the idea that I will keep writing to achieve it.
  • I am not much of a reader, but, I like to read things that somehow moves or excites me.
  • I like playing football, when I was in high school I was a good football player, at least this is what used to think. Today, I lament that because I turned into a horrible smoker.
  • I like watching movies and series, it the last couple of months I watched so many movies that I could no longer remember their names.
  • I like the family gatherings around the table, the little talk and the usual disputes over the same things over and over again. I like my father’s stories and his ways of telling them- even if I have heard it before- I just keep listening, because they are always funny.
  • I like the first morning fresh and wet air, the beautiful and natural colors that loom in the sky just minutes before the sunrise.
  • I like the late night short walks into the city’s deserted streets.
  • I like to read and watch documentaries about the history of World War 2

 

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Finding Everyday Inspiration: Day One

#Everydayinspiration

Why I write ?

We are all humans,  we look the same on the outside, bones, body ,and flesh.But, on the inside, sure  we may share the same set of emotions of anger, happiness, frustration, or guilt. However, what we don’t share is the thing that set those emotions to flow in the first place, the story and its conditions.

When I started to blog in 2014, I was really impressed by the power of word press and the idea where you can have a space to write and express myself, to help myself improve my language practice to turn my daily routines into worth reading stories that  will help me improve my English language practice.

I remember when I first wrote something in English that got my English teacher’s intention. I was in mid-school and the task was to write a little description in order to trap  tourists to visit your country.

The second time I really felt my Teacher’s interest in my writing was when I had 16 and I was in secondary school and it was a lesson we had in class about keeping a diary, I never kept a diary. Siting to write your everyday’s routine back then seemed like a seriously silly task when writing your true one diary was outside playing.

I wrote a small paragraph about friendship that really had my teacher and friends intention. I remember how I said that somehow we don’t chose our friends and partners in life, it’s more up to coincidence and predestined events. and friendship is more of an interconnection that is not conducted by any reasons.

Maybe what I wrote was truly silly or didn’t make sense, but what really got me at that time was the way words come to me flowing smoothly, many times I felt like I knew every word I used, every time  I embrace a thought I just find the right exact word to describe it, and not only that, most of the time I remembered the exact page where I read those words and where to find them.

Actually that feeling has abandoned me since I turned into my Twenties,or so I would like to think, Or maybe some part of me have created this blog  to chase back that old moment of perfect clearness and transparency that has encapsulated my thought back then.

 

Some people …sink !

 

When I saw her for the first time, I was not sure if I liked her or not. Of course, I was fascinated by the way; she talked and handled conversations, as if she used to do it many times before. She was not afraid to talk to boys or ask where they are from. She had a noticeable power over her listeners.

We were all sitting around the pair of giant palm trees. I was observing the way she talked vividly of the things she knew; of the way, she described herself, and the way she laughed. She did not take a long time to notice my quietness. I was not ready to chat with her, though; I knew she would ask me something finally.

I did not want to be asked, instead, I wanted to keep watching.

I read in a book that “sometimes we tend to like the qualities that we do not have”. Her mesmerizing charisma had enchanted me. I knew what I wanted, I wanted to be friends with her, I wanted to win her, and she was the perfect combination of self-confident young woman and a compelling orator.

To me she was that right model that we have inside our minds, that we never speak or describe to anyone . Watching her was like observing a shining rainbow after a light rain, colors so faint and delicate, the more you gaze into the more you wonder where they come from and where they go.

As she stood to change her place and sat just right next to me, I noticed that she was taller than I was, with a long black curling hair,  dark eyebrows, round face, and sweet honey eyes. Her skin was like a faint brownie wheat that smelled fresh and  refreshing.

I didn’t here what she said when she sat, that  instant of time was a moment of transcendence …  when I woke the school bell was ringing , my friends were laughing at my foolishness

And She  already left…

 

Recalled; Daily prompt

Personal space

To what extent is your blog a place for your own self-expression and creativity vs. a site designed to attract readers?

How do you balance that? If sticking to certain topics and types of posts meant your readership would triple, would you do it?

When I started to blog, my intention was clear. Even if you look at the blog’s title. Thoughts and some happenings. I indented to write about my own thoughts, to speak my mind, and to express my opinion about the different daily subjects that I encounter. “Some happenings” also utter that I will write about the different events that I may bump into.

That was my apparent intention from creating this personal space. However, as a university student studying English I also wanted to help myself enhance my writings in place that does not require you to write in an academic way. In addition, it gives you the freedom to try different ways of writing and most certainly, it does not need to be formal and accurate.

I begin to undertake some of the daily prompts that I liked and made me unlock my mind. It is a great way to create a blogging habit, a healthy one. However, I think me more into creating bad habits than good ones. I only select the prompts that I like or the ones that fill me with some inspiration. That’s the reason why my blog is not prolific. After that, I wrote many other posts about school and daily routines.

Now after almost one year of blogging I believe that I need to take my blog to the next level and beyond daily prompts. If I want to enlarge my readers, I believe that I need to write more about literature or sports or philosophy or politics or anything that maybe of interest to me or my potential readers. I certainly write because I enjoy writing and it is a way to improve my writing, but also we write so that others read us, share our thoughts, agree or disagree with them or even enrich our posts with new perspectives.

Every blog is a place for self-expression and unlocking creativity, whether; you are keeping a diary, writing about food, your travel adventures or book reviews. It is good to know that there is someone; somewhere is reading what you write. And, if you are blogging consistently you will always attract more readers.

I was Blind to See

The dearest to see

Was always in front of me

Hand in hand we were free

To write our names on the ancient tree

We danced in the glee

The universe was about you and me

Your love was my ecstasy

And this is what we used to be

Today I am in agony

To let my heart for jealousy

To let my heart for bigotry

Now I know that your actions were made inadvertently

And I had interpreted them all wrongly

I had made them a certainty

To treat you indecently

Now I write my apology

And pleading repentantly

For all the hurt I made to thee.

Name that …Me!

In response to The Daily  writing prompt: “Name that… You!.”

My name is Wissem (وسام), an Arabic Tunisian name that means a medallion or a decoration, which you get or you put around your neck, because, you have contributed to your own State or country. Maybe you have done something patriotic or you have invented something good for the humanity, it depends! As I was told, my father named me with this name and when I asked him why and how he choose this name he said ” I don’t know, I have agreed with your mother to name you Wassim,( which is not far from Wissem, but only in meaning and Wassim  (وسيم ) means handsome ) and when I went to the municipal administration, I forget the name, so, as they were very close in the letter syllables I come up with your name ”  Funny, right ?
Well as I am still young and not thinking about marriage or kids, I won’t bother myself with names right now, I am just hoping not to marry a stubborn wife ! I just believe that when we come to name our babies it just happen spontaneously and always fit.

The social network

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Social Network.”

Though I have started to use social media mainly in 2007, I am not very used to it. The thing with social media today is that there is a huge variety of web sites that are not only getting enormous in number but also they are constantly updated. You have get used to the dashboard and the way this social media or the other work and then it is changed with new items or options.

To be honest I often use Facebook, twitter,and many other kinds of social media. I usually use them,because, they have become part of our daily routines. I mean checking your e-mail, your instagram, or your Facebook messages is something that starts to take hours from our lives, right ? For this reason, I have narrowed down my uses for social media and started to use a few of them.

Many of may friends and relatives use social media. What I like it most is this page on Facebook that my cousins and I have made. All the cousins, uncles, and ants who are also using this social media are gathered together. It is really good, because, we can share and exchange pictures. And,what’s important to check on each other and know how things are going, especially when you have relatives who live abroad or far away from you.

Followers tribute

Well hello there people of the word press community! “word pressers” anywhere and everywhere !My blog  will soon have a hundred followers, so I am grateful and that’s why I am writing this thankful post for the ninety-eight followers who decided to follow my blog Thoughts and some Happenings.Also, I  would like to say thanks for who ever liked some of my posts, it was a kind of huge  support for me to know that my words are read. 

PS: Don’t hesitate to write your comments, because it will be helpful for me to have some feedback and if I am in progress or not.

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Fountain pen

In response to the prompt Be the Change 

 What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?

I think when I first started to blog I had no intentions of changing anything but myself. I was convinced that I am not at all a writing figure. However, by and by and thanks to those daily prompts of course  I started to establish myself, started to write and also started to discover how words could affect my life, mind, and soul.

This prompt had reminded me of a topic that we had on secondary school on one of my french exams, I don’t remember the exact right question of the exam, but its main idea was about whether  you prefer an art for art or an engaged art that focuses on a particular issue aiming to make a change and creating a difference. Back then, my choice was the latter, I was 17 and I was and still  possessed by the Palestinian great poet Mahmoud Darwich and his noble cause that he was committed to. So, I wrote my topic and decided that art should be engaged to man’s social,political,colonial,and economic issues. Thus, the one and only purpose of the poet, the writer, and the artist is to remain faithful to the sufferings of his own nation.

To be honest my writings here on this humble blog are mere writings of thoughts and experiences_thoughts on life, manhood, love,and some despair_Experiences also on life ,but are more particular and individualistic. Today, I write for self-improvement, self-realization, and excitement of the self. I write because I want to write and blog. Writing has shown me how it can be a vivid way of getting in touch with your own thoughts,feelings, and senses.I write to enjoy some kind of escape,but, also I learn through what I write about the kind of person I am, the kind of person I want to be. Before I deviate more from the prompt I would like to say that if I am part of this “world” then I am in no position to say with any confidence that my blog has already made some change.

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