Something’s amiss. And I’m not entirely sure what it is. Things seem to be moving forward bit by bit, and that’s not altogether a bad thing. There’s a whole world out there and it is a grievous sin not to see it. But I can’t seem to get the gnawing feeling that something is still amiss, and it kills me that
Living in Jeddah we don’t really feel anything colder than a windy summer. Our winter is a wonderful calm breeze accompanied by a 5 minute, ten at most, rain shower. I’m not complaining. It’s absolutely lovely. I’ve learnt you need to roll with the stormy (sand stormy days), the gloomy
The year is now 2016. It has been 5 years since I started a yearly reading challenge. Every year it’s the same challenge. And every year, I fail to complete it. The challenge is quite simple really: read 52 books of different genres. So that’s basically one book per week. I mean, how difficult can that be?
A few months ago, I ventured on a path to rid of all the unneeded necessities I surround myself with. My first victim: my room. I managed to box up old childhood memories and a many more that
are only of use when reminiscing. I was determined to lock everything away fearing those that I kept so precious were the very ones keeping me from moving forward. And along with those treasured moments, I wanted to rid myself of all the bitterness as well. My theory was, if perhaps I managed to clear the spaces that physically surround me, the self-imposed shackles that I had chained myself in would magically disappear as well. In theory, or at least in my head, that made sense. Theory tested, theory unsuccessful.