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School… as a kid !

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “August Blues.”

When I was a kid, I was keen about going back to school. Especially, after the long summer holiday during which I had been the silly, stubborn of the family who always refused to have his nap and who spent all the midday rest doing deeds for his family members.

I like the first day of going back to school after enjoying my summer, after having enough swimming and running, after playing with cousins that I only meet in summer, and after making deeds and getting beating by my parents.

I just like my first  day of going back to school because I used to like school when I was a kid and because I used to enjoy my time in the summer. But, what I really like most is the new clothes, the new school bag, and the new uniform that my mother buys me. It’s a little bit silly now. But, back then when I know that tomorrow is the first day of school, I just get excited and I put all my new bag, clothes, and uniform beside my bed before I get to sleep. I don’t remember why I used to do that,but, I was always happy doing it.

I also like to meet my friends in my first day of school . I have always missed my friends and classmates during the summer. However, I used not to miss my teachers.

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It’s as simple as that …

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “(Your Thing) for Dummies.”

A key to a woman’s heart is an unexpected gift, in an unexpected time.

Hey friend this is how it is done. This is my advice to you if you want to earn that heart of her’s.

 

 

A Morning Page

As I couldn’t find a good subject to write about this days, I felt that my inspiration had withered. Even the interesting daily prompts are not giving me any help. I am not saying here that the daily posts are stopping to be  motivating or enjoyable.But, as I am feeling down this last few days, I couldn’t accomplish any prompt.

I just set in front of my screen, read the prompt many times and then start to jump from one to another. Sometimes, I start to write a few words about a prompt. Then, I just stop. It’s like I am totally wearied or maybe it’s procrastination.

Seven days a week and all days are becoming the same. Although, I had two weeks break from school. I didn’t do anything original or something that might change my mood, or make me feel any better.

This week I am back to school. It’s good to see the friends, meet the teachers, get your grades, and re-embrace the college life.But, my friends and hanging out is not doing me any good. My teachers are blaming my low performance. And my grades are not well.

I am writing this post 3:09 am in the morning, which means that I am not getting enough sleep. My mind is empty and I am running out of cigarettes. I am losing balance.

I had a conversation with a friend yesterday at school about her future house, art, and motivation. Though, she had dominated most of the dialogue, I liked her motivation when she was talking about all the things that she loves and affects her. On the other hand, when she talked about art and how she could let go herself for the thing that might drive her beyond this world into another world of her own creation, imagination, and perception. A thought had crossed my mind about myself, about how I was not enjoying my time lately, about feeling down, and most of all how I could reincarnate myself and my motivation.

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 View

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The grey clouds colonizes the blue clear sky

And obscures the first morning rays

A thought has possessed my mind

And I don’t know the words to use

But, you will hear my muse

A sing that you can not defuse

the soft drops of rain glides on my  window room

And I light a cigarette

 In observing this godly scene

I lost my look of glare

And enchanted by the natural flair

I prolonged my stare …

Very soon drops shifts into little streams of water

And run down the gutter heading all to the sea.

International Travel

Tunnel Vision

You’ve been given the ability to build a magical tunnel that will quickly and secretly connect your home with the location of your choice — anywhere on Earth. Where’s the other end of your tunnel?

Back there in history people used to move from one place to another easily, no passport or visa, no boarders or limitations. All you have to do is to take on the waves and sail with the blowing wind, no passport, no visa, no boarders or limitations. Traders and merchants were among the privileged to travel the world and live the adventure.

Today as we grow more civilized and more well-mannered  we have to put more regulations, restrictions, and procedures. To ensure more control over the boarders, over the people, over trades, and over what ever or who ever travel in or out of a country.  As there are poor people, There are also poor countries. As there are rich people, there are rich countries. Developed and developing countries, there is green passports that can take you anywhere and everywhere and there is red passports that have to follow the procedures. There is wealthy countries, which citizens are privileged to travel where they want. And poor countries which citizens are predestined to travel only to some places or not to travel at all.

Honestly, I am in no position to talk rightly about international travel. However, I am in position to talk about some of the people who dare to jeopardize their lives to travel secretly and illegally. I am sure that such a matter does have many facets. Some are political and others are social or economic. To put in brief, Social and economic aspects are always attached to the poor countries, or more obviously the developing countries. I mean have you ever seen people who are travelling illegally from Europe to Africa, for example, by the Mediterranean sea ? Political aspects are meant to be what the developed countries do best. I mean does poor little countries have a big say in its own politics or the international scene ? When your are poor you have either to work hard or you live on charity. Sometimes the man in the suit will give you a charity and other times he won’t, because, it is a charity!

Back to what is worth, the freedom of speech, the freedom of press, and the freedom to move and travel are all freedoms that we tend to enjoy with no tyranny or constraints. And, as there is poor and rich or maybe because we are more civilized and well-mannered we tend to compose and weave those freedoms as we see may fit, or maybe as the man in the suit may see fit. In this regard, the freedom of speech turns to be fake and fictionalization of the truth, the freedom of press turns to praise the crown and the state, and the freedom to move and travel turns to be a magical tunnel  that secretly and  quickly connect me to a location of my choice. Imagination is something really cool, however, actual experience is also something cooler, don’t you think ?

 

Self-Perfection

In response to the daily prompt The Great Pretender

 Are you full of confidence or have you ever suffered from Imposter Syndrome? Tell us all about it.

the fact that we are humans is something that we forget sometimes. The way I see things is that we all have our pros and cons. We all strive to do things exactly the way we imagine them in our minds. We all tend for exactitude or perfection. Sometimes we feel so confident, because, our work or thing is done the way we wanted and other times we feel disappointed, because, our work is not done the way we have seen or imagine it.

Striving for excellence and being the best is something basically human. And what is more human is the reward we intend to get from our sweat and tears. Aristotle says that ” deficiency and excess are both fatal” and because we are humans we usually forget what’s in between the two extremes.

I have a friend that whenever she has the chance, she tells me how much skillful, smart, or intellectual I am. And, I always say that she is not right! Or maybe I am smart, but, I am not that smart. Maybe I know few things,but, I am not that intellect. From what I can tell is that I may be suffering from Imposter Syndrome and if sometimes I have succeeded in achieving something. I feel confident, but, also this feeling soon mitigates when I know that I can do better.

A Moment in Time

A Moment in Time

What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it. (No story behind the photo? Make one up, or choose the last picture you took that had one.)

Last Sunday ,we went to Kesra ,which is a city in west-central Tunisia situated on the northern edge of Tunisia. I know that the prompt asks only for one picture, but, here they are…

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A set of a magnificent interrelated mountainous that pleases the eye.

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We went there to deliver some help to the very needy people of this town as part of our duty. Honestly I was shocked by the rawness of the place. I am in no position to say with any confidence why the people of kesra or many other inner Tunisia towns won’t take any interest in politics, culture, or education. But, I can see good reasons to do so.

All Grown Up

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All Grown Up.”

I don’t really remember when was the first time I felt like a grown up.But, I can only assume that when I moved to live and study in the capital I came to realize that it was time to be responsible for myself.

When I succeeded in the Baccalaureate back than in the 2010, I moved to Tunis the capital of Tunisia where I lived a whole year in the dorm. I believe that when you found yourself alone, you started actually to think like a grown up and started to take responsibility for yourself. I had to say that the first three months were rough and very confusing; coming from a small town to a larger city with all the people, new living style, and managing yourself with new utilities and public transportation was something challenging.

It is these situations and circumstances that has to be fall upon us that make us stronger, more responsible, and mature.Today, I can say with more confidence that I am lucky to meet people and be in situations that have made my mind grow on a large-scale, experiences that has made me more mature,and challenges that I won’t stop to face.

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.

Power of Words

Ego trip

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Happy Happy Joy Joy.”

I don’t remember my last time I shed tears, but I usually cry like any normal human being and I..

I cry lonely like a cloud

And shed my rain of tears,

Drops of joy drops of fear

have revealed this life’s magnitude

that I always endure with fortitude

All my cries  in solitude

A Room with a View

The daily prompt: A Room with a View (or Just a View)

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Five continents for one man

but, the man is a lifer inside the sphere

and yet my little room is with a view

In the view I see a woman in red,

And dancing with high dark shoes

The setting is not rare if you’re familiar with this land

The avenue is full of  spontaneous gathering,

And one man playing the guitar…

the woman  is now  possessed by a divine inspiration

Starts to move her shoes, and knocking the ground with an uplifting tune

the sound is natural and loud

Gains his entry to the gathering’s soul

oh’ country of joy, country of muse

country of good wine and lot of arts too.

 

Mystery Box

In response to the daily prompt Mystery box

You wake up one morning to find a beautifully wrapped package next to your bed. Attached to it is a note: “Open me, if you dare.” What’s inside the mystery box? Do you open it?

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I was in my bed when the very rambling voice penetrated my ears. I was up, and I had no idea how I got to sleep in the first place. The rays of the day were penetrating through the little breaks of the window. My mouth was dry, and I felt dizzy. Whether I had been drinking last night or not, I couldn’t remember…

I got up. Leaving the room, the voice squawked again “I don’t care “I said to myself, probably the voice was coming from outside.  My focus had soon shifted to the chair where a small box with a note “open me, if you dare “had tickled my manhood and twisted my mood.

With the box on my hand I leaned back on the bed.

I gazed and gazed, but a single thought

What wealth to me this box had brought?

I hated surprises and sudden events

”But I am a man and I dare”

I resolved to open the ribbons

The voice went again so vigorous and strong

My head was in pain

And  I couldn’t resist to hold my tears

it’s just a post

After three weeks in the capital I am finally at home for the weekend. As a student among many others endeavoring their way for graduation and academic success, it is a joy to go back home and meet the family  members. The last few weeks where really tough, I was undermined by many successive  exams that almost killed me. Exams… what a nightmare !

Actually, I had gained some insight during those few weeks, because, under a certain amount of pressure I was able to manage myself. This is my last year as an undergraduate student and I am more determined to fulfill my goal and get my diploma.

My family is really contributing a lot for my academic and living expenses, I am in debt for all their efforts. And it will be great to graduate this year.

 

 

A mirror page

Today I  sit for my translation exam and I didn’t really do well, I didn’t manage my time very well so I have got a little  confused at the end. I am hopping to get an average mark though I doubt it. I am writing this post here so that I get rid of the strong bad thoughts that have overridden my head this afternoon. Besides, I have to admit that I have under estimated the exam as well making a better preparation. translating official documents is what we do in translation and most of the time we translate from Arabic to English. I think I should not go hard on myself right ? Then, I am still in the beginning of year and there is a lot of other exams that need my fall attention now. I think reconciliation with ones-self  is good in order to get rid of negativity and to focus on what is coming next.

Although I may not done well in my translation exam, I believe that I did good in Teaching English As a Foreign Language, I have been active in the class and I have shared one old story when I was in high school and how I cheated in my English exam. Everyone has laughed ! In the TEFL subject we were talking about exams, why we sit for exams ? how we design an exam ? And how we administer an exam? I think I should not blame myself too much, because one way or another exams are made to give as students a clear idea on where do we stand and how much did we acquire ?  I have to admit that translation is about structure and if I didn’t do well in my test is because I still need to do more practice right?

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“The Get Ready “AIESEC Tunisia National Conference

This last weekend was one of the best weekends I have ever seen so far. I have read many books about motivation and self-improvement;books such as Mind compass or 28 days of success are merely books. However, being with around 700 other people like you attending an amazing motivational conference would be in a word unforgettable, right ?

I have attended AIESEC Tunisia National conference the “Get Ready” and I am really tickled by what I have seen. A combination of vivid youth eager for knowledge and dynamic presentation and material have metamorphosed me. I have just been proved to be an AIESEC member with the local committee Nabel and I am glad that I have taken such a step in my life. One step forward can and will bring other steps that’s the insight I learned in this weekend and yet this is all I have to know for now.

Knowing

I was reading this post Don’t be so hard on yourself, and I started to think about myself. The last past two weeks I have been hard on myself for not knowing. Not knowing how to deal with different situations, not knowing how to act and respond to some cases ,and what is worse not knowing how to interact with my friends or other people. This sense of not knowing is so elusive or very devastating that it is overlapping me from the inside out. This overriding sense is torturing, confusing, and disturbing me. I am being hard on myself to be overridden by such negativity, blaming but myself, is it fair ? I know not … but every time it happens I only put myself to bed and swim into the tide of oblivion.

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Continuing my Habit

Today’s prompt ;Trio No. 3

Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).

Creating a writing habit was one of my  goals, however, when I went back to university I found it hard to maintain such a habit. It’s thanks to Writing 101 that  I have started to write and to blog. It is like a dark night when you start to blame the circumstances for your actions. I am disposed to maintain my goal of writing on a daily basis, because when I started to write  on September I have seen some progress in my writing and not only on my writing but also on the way I was outlining thoughts on my head too. I am very convinced that tears of regret does not change circumstances, or the fact that I have to organize my time, so that I can find time for writing.

I did not write on my blog for over a fortnight now. And my head is very much empty just like my home fridge, always empty, and stinks. This year I have a subject in my curricula called Advanced Reading and Writing, with a very nice teacher. I believe that writing is a hard task to anyone even authors and writers themselves,however, I am just trying to be able to do good on my subject.

Power of Words

 

 

 

First Interview Experience; AIESEC Nabel

My interview with AIESEC on September 26 was my first interview ever ! Maybe I had an idea about how to prepare yourself for an interview,but it was only theoretically. I was not even really prepared for the interview. The day I was on my way to Nabel Local committee all my way , that faint voice that sticks to your head, was suffocating me with dozens of questions and thoughts about what I am going to say. What if I would be asked or how I am going to answer any question. Thoughts, like who I am going to meet a man or a girl, how they would be like, what kind of people they are going to be. All those rumbling thoughts where torturing me from the moment I woke up that morning on September 26 to the moment I meet  those 2 boys and a girl at the entry to the Local committee-the place where I am supposed to set for my interview with AIESEC Nabel. I was supposed to be there on 14:30 pm, whereas I was there around 13:10 pm I reckon. Well, here don’t get the impression that I am someone who is very accurate in time, but, because I was really confused, and I was struggling with my conformable zone, I was there very early.

My interview was going good until the question of try to sell me anything from the room like a purse, a wallet, or anything else. All, you have to do was to try to convince my interviewer to buy it. This question was not my type, because I am not at all a buying or selling figure or in the domain of business. I was confused, and got disturbed. My second mistake was funny,but also it was a bad mistake for a starter like myself. The mistake was that I forgot the name of my interviewer,which now I remember. Although, I had made  those mistakes I was accepted to be invited to the welcoming day and that was very exciting for me. AIESEC is a very crucial opportunity for me in this particular time of my life, an opportunity  that would affect my future on a big scale.

 

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