Between Schiaparelli and Alberta Ferretti, I’m sharing my favorite snaps from their Spring 2018 couture.
في الخوف بعض من تخيّلنا, يتغلغل رويدا رويدا في زوايا النفس المنسيّة فينسج من حبال الأفكار قفصا من القلق و الهمّ. Continue reading “حتى الطبيعة ترثي نفسها بالأمطار”
Like the raindrops falling on the roof
thinking they will never touch the ground
I find myself searching for a proof
searching for a word to turn around.
I burn in fire as you stand aloof
screaming for hours but you heard no sound.
To all my friends who are passing through a hard time. this is for you:
The world won’t end in that moment, trust me. It may seem that every thing is moving, that nothing is stable. It may feel that you have no control over anything, Continue reading “Break Free”
It’s funny how we seem to race time and we always lose the race. The urge to talk to a person is somehow tamed by your ego and the excitement you feel is buried under your neutral face. Continue reading “Shattered And Gathered”
How many minutes I have wasted on words that should’ve never been said, and how many years I’ve lost on words that should’ve been said earlier. How many tears I have cried on people who never loved me, and how many tears are going to be shed on people I’ll always love. Continue reading “quick thought”