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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

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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

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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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.

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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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For Life is One-way street

The daily prompt: One-Way Street

Congrats! You’re the owner of a new time machine. The catch? It comes in two models, each traveling one way only: the past OR the future. Which do you choose, and why?

Life is one-way street, right? Therefore, I choose to take my journey to the future. Although, we sometimes repeat our past, like doing the same routine over and over again. Here, I do mean to say that everyday we have the opportunity to change the past, however, because we are totally consumed by this daily routine we  can’t change it or maybe we choose not to. Of course this is only my narrow-minded view to the past.

I believe in the future and what it holds for me, though I frankly still have this reluctant sense between whether we are predestined for a particular future or that we make our own future? I believe in the future because I am young and I am only 22. I have seen some trouble and despair and this is the past.

We born, we live, we follow a certain path, we face some good days and other bad days, we adjust and cope, we may fail and fall. And we stop for a short or long period, then we go back, and stand to take our One-Way street again, re-embrace this life that only moves forward.

Rudyard Kipling says in his uplifting poem IF those very interesting words;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

stories from our memories

Ready, Set, Done

Our weekly free-write is back: take ten minutes — no pauses! — to write about anything, unfiltered and unedited. You can then publish the post as-is, or edit a bit first — your call.

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How much are we attached to our memories? the strong memories that stay attached to the small pieces of our minds, the memories that we remember with no remorse,no regret or any felling of guilt. it’s the uplifting joy , the recollection of the good times.

To let someone take a glimpse of the  memory that you once had is sometimes hard ,  and the hardest part is that we fear to ruin the rawness of that memory. At least this what I think about the intimate raw recollections that we keep to ourselves. I hope that I will find among your dear readers who share such a thought ? And, a friend the other time has given me the opportunity to take a journey into his mind, into his serendipity  that had occurred once, and that he wishes that may occur again, for life is Elusive and full of surprise. I am not disposed to tell you what my friend’s story or memory was about. However, I will say that sometimes we meet someone by chance or  coincidence and then he disappear also by chance or coincidence.

It is this idea which plants itself inside this stories from our memories that tell us ! you may live another day to see this person.

 

The Sun

Today’s Exercise: To Whom it May Concern

Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What jumps out at you? Start there, and try a twist: write in the form of a letter.

 

Dear  sun

here you are Star of light loosing your power to another season. All the summer you have been torturing me with your long burning rays, there it comes the Autumn to mitigate your sunny rays behind the clouds. You may have the thought that I don’t like you, brightening star,however, I hate you not! I only fear for myself, for I am the Earth and everything on it. I am just writing this handwriting letter, to ask you almighty  not to go harsh on us, for your are  too big and we are too small.

yours faithfully

Earth Man

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Verbal confirmation

The daily prompt: Verbal Confirmation

To be, to have, to think, to move — which of these verbs is the one you feel most connected to? Or is there another verb that characterizes you better?

I wish I can do more for I believe that there is more than meets the eyes beneath this body of flesh and soul. And, If am to choose what verbs may best describe me for this particular instance I will probably say four.

to read more of everything is what I endeavor ( well ! “everything” should be relative,right? I do mean by everything what I am inclined to read. Or else I will end up like Doctor Faustus or Faust )

to be a better version of myself, and how I will choose to make this better version

to sleep less, for I am a sleeping  person and it is a bad habit that I am struggling

to move, and moving may have two interpretations; either you move to other places and meet with a new change or maybe to move on with your life when you meet with disaster and despair. Well for me I am learning how to move on with my life like any one else.

 

 

 

Truth serum for the man on the chair

The Daily prompt: Truth Serum

You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?

Now that I am into possession of this truth serum, I am afraid I am going to need a larger container! For the number of people who I will give it to is big, like huge, enormously huge…!

Most of the persons that I would like to choose won’t dare to bear such an experiment for I am from Tunisia and a revolution has taken place, after more than three years of giving and taking , of a few  dead bodies, of  people who wake up from their narrow-minded silence, of the murdering and assassination, of men of two faces  that are now trying to make their way back to lovely sweet chair.

You fine candidates of your time,

Running for your presidential office,

like running to your humping beds

You fine orators of your time

Good in looking wise, and wise in saying lies

You fine delegates of your time

dare you taste this vial of blurred serum?

that it will make your homeland men at ease.

or maybe you will be afraid that this truth serum will twist

your untruth you spoken and drive you away from the four-legged chair.

 

 

 

 

Fact Or Fiction !

Today’s prompt: The Great Divide

When reading for fun, do you usually choose fiction or non-fiction? Do you have an idea why you prefer one over the other?

fictionIf I would like to be honest to myself as well as to the prompt, I have first to admit that I am not a good reading figure. A couple of years before now, I can tell that reading fiction or non-fiction books was not taken seriously or rather habitually. It is only when I went to college and choose to have a degree in English civilization and literature that I started to take reading earnestly.

Today and as part of our academic curricula, I am dealing(well, most of the time struggling !) with different literary genres such as fiction, drama, and poetry. And that’s why  I dare not to read any fiction on my fun time. I would prefer to shift a little bit further into a more realistic world, where usually I chose to read about biographies, philosophy, history, and many other things that are not related, what so ever to what I see in class.

 

 

 

 

 

Following the daily post

Ready, Set, Done

Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

 

I think that we have already did this kind of tasks before. But, I don’t mind to repeat it again, because , last time I had to find an idea or something to talk about it. however, today I think that I am more familiar with writing 101 as well as the world press platform.

So, here it is ! a few weeks ago I applied for this nice non-profitable organization called the International Association of Students in Economic and Commercial Science (AIESEC). And yesterday, I was informed that my application was taken into account. I am really excited for my interview tomorrow.

This is a good opportunity for me if I want to improve in the domain of public speaking, integrity, and embracing diversity. although, this is going to be my first interview, I am hopping to do good tomorrow and  get accepted by the local committee.

AIESEC’s motto is “Empowering Young People for Peace and Fulfillment of Humankind’s Potential” and this can be the right  place for me to unleash my inner potential and meet the world.

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Autumn is not here yet

Autumn Leaves

Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?

 

the sun is behind the clouds, penetrating its rays, full of moisture. And, the temperature is above what we have seen in the summer days. Our grandparents and their parents before them used to call this days “the midday’s of pomegranate and quince” those two kinds of fruits that needs a high temperature in order to reap. Although, this days of September may not be like the mainstays of Fall in most other countries. I still remember this little tree at the entry of our country-home that I have cherished so much in Autumn.

” Ooh’ my endearing lovely tree, how magnanimous in Summer to cast your shadow over me.

More majestic  and delightful in Autumn to manifest all your encapsulated beauty for me “

The Autumn is like any other season that has its delightful and dear warmth. however, if I can relate this prompt to the other one “Absolute Beauty”  I can see that the beauty of Autumn is inter-subjective shared by many conscious minds and that’s why this capturing season will always run  into our wearied hearts.

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A Midnight Page

I am not going to get  through any over-thinking, I am just going to punch the buttons, hopping that what is deep down this narrow-minded heart come to the surface. I wish  I can get some of that drug that they give to the enemy in order to push him confess all the secrets and plans.

this narrow-minded silence, this me that I want to get rid of , this awful and irritating and self-distracting emotions, this repressing and repressed inclinations.

Man are disposed to accept other Man and live under one sky and follow the law and live to accept each other differences and learn to respect those differences,so, that we can live equal, so that we don’t repress each other’s beliefs or liberty or freedom or thoughts or lives or inclinations or ………and we put the system and we break it and we repent and we forget and then we repeat … for we are absurd and we are in love with this absurdity

and yet I can only find my self in this poet’s shoes and saying

”  Je suis comme le roi d’un pays pluvieux,
Riche, mais impuissant, jeune et pourtant très vieux,”

by Charles Baudelaire 

“I’m like the king of a rainy country,
Rich but helpless, young, and yet very old, “

I am afraid to tell you  that I do think about what I am writing and saying , for I am not at all an experienced writing figure. Yet, I am struggling myself to put what is on the heart and mind in this honest computerized handwriting. I want to share all this words and what is beneath for particular reasons

  1. Because I fell, I am keeping too much for myself.
  2. When I would like to be open and share I fell that what I am  saying is ridiculous or “more real than true”
  3.  Because I don’t want to blame myself every time
  4. so that I  free myself
  5. Because what I am keeping is preventing me from enjoying my time, activities, and hobbies

 

I am intended to write about myself and what comes before about Men accepting Men come from the nowhere or maybe it is just there!

I am not a sharing, or a writing or a loving or a responsible or a note worthy figure. I have to admit that

I am thinking sometimes to go to a shrink or someone specialized in the process of talking and sharing, hopping to get rid of this inclinations and thoughts with a more practical ways

I have just started to make my first two steps on the path of this life, and yet I am just horrified by this enormous fear from this walk of two steps

 

I am not a talking person

I am too shy sometimes

I am too sensitive in other times

I don’t get a long very easy with the people who  I’ve just meet

I think too much before I speak and when I speak I always embarrass myself because I don’t put words that express exactly what I mean

I am a straightforward person or a too straightforward person that I reject and feel bad by what all people start to accept as normal or usual

 

I don’t know if I should publish this post or not, but what I do want is that this post should be read as a Morning Pages ,but, written somewhere between midnight and maybe 3:00 am.

 

Well after putting all this words together to formulate this modest post I hope you like it or enjoy reading it, for  it has given me some help.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A conversation with a book on the desk

Today’s prompt; Ready, Set, Done

Today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

 

I said hi to the book on my desk,

and the picture of the lady on the front cover looks pale

I said I have to read your book, travel along your story

and get to know each other; merely I will know you more

I said you probably lived in an other time or place

and you have no idea about my time or my place

I said I hope your biography doesn’t comprises a loving affair

for I can tell from what you wear that your time dealt so much with this particular affair

And no, Jane Eyre  had no loving affair, but a mysterious despair that she had to declare.images (1)

 

 

Some happenings

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Happiness-is..

Are you a good judge of other people’s happiness? Tell us about a time you were spot on despite external hints to the contrary (or, alternatively, about a time you were dead wrong).

 I think that I am not at all a figure who can judge other people’s happiness. However, I am afraid to tell that when I was about to write this prompt today, my cousin and her little boy come to stop by. It appears that my sister asked her for a drive. Well after getting in and saying hello, she took my mother to the seating room where she starts to complain about her different problems. I have to say here in the first place  that I was not at all try in any way to bother to listen for what they are saying. After greetings, all I did is to take the sweet little boy and with some color pens, we started drawing a picture.

The truth is that I heard the some of the talk, for her voice was very loud and yet too loud to ignore it. In here voice there was an elusive trembling waves of rumbling disappointment and negativity. I have to remember that! for I spent most of the afternoon taking a long walk.

What I am disposed to maintain here is not this catalyst that made me write about this outrageous happening. But, that voice of remorse and regret, that voice of   irritation and despair that has encapsulated my walk with an unrestrained fear from tomorrow.

 

Writing my way through prioritizing

I have always been wondering how all  famous and big writers have written their stories and novels  the way they did. I wonder if they were predestined for such a task or if they were just born with a miracles talent given by their Lord . I am not disposed to maintain that I am a writer or even that I have a desire for such a thing, I don’t think I will be able to write the way they did or tell my story like they did. It is like all fields have been covered, all kinds of spheres have been reached, all kinds of domains have been examined and discussed.

I come back after a while, to wonder that sometimes we all in our most exasperating and awkward moments of life that we get into , we come across new different roads that we chose not to take or that we find no strength to take.Perhaps, not because our bodies have been overridden by this irritating and self-destructive moments. But, rather by the infinite plans that we keep overridden our minds with. Today I chose to priorities my goals and plans once and for all , so that I can move on.

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