Thoughts and Words

10/04/2025

"أحياناً نبتعد دون نقاش،
دون عتاب، دون عناء،
ابتعاد صامت جدا ..
ابتعاد لا ملامح له ..
ذلك النوع من الابتعاد الذي يسمى
الإكتفاء من التعب 🤚

18/03/2025

Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided.

In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder of what once was. The truth is, you never truly "move on." You move with it. The love you had does not disappear; it transforms. It lingers in the echoes of laughter, in the warmth of old memories, in the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there. And that’s okay.

Grief is not a burden to be hidden. It is not a weakness to be ashamed of. It is the deepest proof that love existed, that something beautiful once touched your life. So let yourself feel it. Let yourself mourn. Let yourself remember.

There is no timeline, no “right” way to grieve. Some days will be heavy, and some will feel lighter. Some moments will bring unexpected waves of sadness, while others will fill you with gratitude for the love you were lucky enough to experience.

Honor your grief, for it is sacred. It is a testament to the depth of your heart. And in time, through the pain, you will find healing—not because you have forgotten, but because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together.

~ Anonymous (author unknown)

**edited for fact check

13/03/2025

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/echoes-dark-ai-didnt-intervene-solara-ali-cu8df

A few days ago, a man named Pierre lost his life—not to disease, not to an accident, but to a conversation with an AI chatbot. This isn’t science fiction.

13/02/2025

To That One Second in Time

I know you. I’ve felt you before. You are that fleeting moment when the world holds its breath, when the sky leans in just a little closer, when everything aligns in a way that no one planned but somehow always longed for.

You arrive unannounced—a passing glance, the warmth of an old song playing in the distance, the weight of golden light spilling through half-open curtains. You are the way fingers hesitate before touching, the way laughter lingers in the air just a second longer than it should. You are the silence between words that says everything without speaking.

You don’t ask for attention. You don’t demand to be remembered. And yet, you stay. In the folds of memory, in the spaces between heartbeats, in the deep sighs of those who know what it is to have lived a moment so perfect it almost feels borrowed from another life.

I don’t chase you, because I know you can’t be caught. You slip between seconds, between the past and the present, between longing and fulfillment. But I do wait for you. And when you come, even for just one second, I promise—I will be still enough to feel you, to hold you in my soul, to whisper thank you before you vanish again.

Until next time.

— A Heart That Remembers

02/02/2025

To all my female friends 50 years and up.
Most of us are ageing through the next phase of our lives. We're at the age where we see wrinkles, grey hair, and extra pounds.
We see cute 25-year-olds and reminisce.
But we were also 25, just as they will one day be our age. We aren't those "girls in their summer clothes" anymore. What they bring to the table with their youth and zest, we bring our wisdom and experience.
We have raised families, run households, paid the bills, dealt with diseases, sadness and everything else life has assigned us.
Some of us have lost those that we're nearest and dearest to us.
We are survivors.
We are warriors in the quiet.
We are women, like a fine wine or classic car.
Even if our bodies aren't what they once were, they carry our souls, our courage, and our strength. We shall enter this chapter in our lives with humility, grace, and pride over everything we have been through, and we should never feel bad about getting older.
It's a privilege that is denied to so many.
~unknown

09/01/2025

I LOVE THIS ANALOGY:
You are holding a cup of coffee when someone comes along and bumps into you or shakes your arm, making you spill your coffee everywhere.
Why did you spill the coffee?
"Because someone bumped into me!!!"
Wrong answer.
You spilled the coffee because there was coffee in your cup.
Had there been tea in the cup, you would have spilled tea.
Whatevr is inside the cup is what will spill out.
Therefore, when life comes along and shakes you (which WILL happen), whatever is inside you will come out. It's easy to fake it, until you get rattled.
So we have to ask ourselves... “what's in my cup?"
When life gets tough, what spills over?
Joy, gratitude, peace and humility?
Anger, bitterness, victim mentality and quitting tendencies?
Life provids the cup, YOU choose how to fill it.
Today let's work towards filling our cups with gratitude, forgiveness, joy, words of affrmation, resilience, positivity; and kindness, gentleness and love for others. ❤️