She did...

She looked at the people dancing at the loud music. Everyone was happy, she was numb. She left everything she wanted and loved behind and got back to the life she once ran away from. Even with her bad mood she was glowing in the jolly crowd; everyone was talking to her or about her.
She was wandering in the sparkling room with her black and purple traditional gown. Her glamorous Gucci shoes and her jewelry were making feel like home.


The bride kept asking for her. She knew she was the right person to give her consulting about style and look. Our young lady tried to do her job; she kept lifting up her cousin’s bride and tried to make her look remarkably fabulous.


After she finished she went to the ladies room to freshen up herself. She tried to feel good, to make her feelings go up every time she sees an old friend or one of her family members, but she always loses that battle.
She smiles with no spirit. It was nowhere to find; the spirit was lost. Her soul was empty.
She looked at her reflexion. Touched her face and tried to feel her skin to be sure she was still existing.
She fixed her makeup and got out trying to look alive. She smiled at the familiar faces trying to feel it more than fake it.


It was time for the bride to go in the huge room. The gossips went on. The bride was looking –as she made her look- mind-blowing. Everyone was jealous including M. Yes she finally felt something… Jealousy. Not of the bride’s fabulousness though, in fact she was proud of her successful project. But jealous of the whole situation.
She was 32, no men, no kids, no job. She was living again with her parents on her savings. She always wanted to get married and have a kid. She longed for the feeling of him inside her, for the unconditional love she will give him to make him the best person.


Her last boyfriend didn’t want to get married. At first she was okay with it but until when? She had to leave him anyway to come back to her country and listen to her mother’s talking about marriage and relationships.


The round of applause got her out of her thoughts. She sighed and tried to make her way to her table when she was captured by a familiar stranger’s eyes. They gazes fell into each other. Her heart beat violently. The blood rushed to her face made the color of the cheeks pouder increase.
She started feeling hot and clumsy. Something weirdly special was about him. He didn’t take off his eyes of her, and she didn’t want him to.


She was making up her mind: she liked him already.
She was feeling alive… Her heart pounding louder than the music in the big room. She was no longer paying attention to the crowd.

Book Vs Audiobooks

I have never thought of using audiobooks until few weeks ago when I couldn’t find a book on paper. When I listened to the first track I simply liked it. So I just put it in my IPod and played it in the car, while I’m shopping or while I’m cleaning around. It was just amazing.

I admit that audiobooks might be addictive especially when you like the book very much. I was trying to create spare time so I could run to my IPod, not for music but for the audiobook, or simply not take my headphones off while I’m doing things I have to do.

Audiobooks can be useful when you can’t use books that means while driving, while you are in the gym, while shopping or cooking.

But the thing is nothing could replace books. Nothing could replace that feeling that you get when holding the book, caressing the cover, reading word after word, reading again the sentence that makes you laugh or touches you.

We can’t give up, or replace books but we can add audiobooks to our shelves to complete our collections. Honestly, I know I will buy the book that I listened to, and I will read it again. However, that doesn’t mean I won’t get audiobooks again.

Birth day

I felt that my whole body was hot. The bottom of my back was hurting and so did my legs. I felt crumps in my stomach and it was driving me crazy. I tried paging the nurses by moving my hand between the serum’s tubes toward the button.

They finally came. They dragged me into another room. I was screaming out loud that I couldn’t control it. It was the convenient way to express my pain. The crumps turned to knifes cutting deeply my stomach and I felt things pushing into me.

I closed my eyes when the doctors came and put my legs wild open. I continued screaming hearing the nurses asking me one by one to push harder and feeling the doctor’s hands between my legs. I was feeling the thing going out of me, more than that liquid that came out few minutes ago, that thing was bigger and more painful than I thought.

I started pushing as I was told after being encouraged by my husband that just came in and stood beside me holding my hand and cleaning my sweaty face. I continued as I was, pushing and screaming, for few minutes while I was feeling the thing coming out and the doctor’s hand dragging it out gently. They kept asking me to push, until I hated that word, but I needed that thing to go out so I continued so.

I was enmeshed in the pain, when I felt the thing out of me completely, and heard it screaming to get the air to its lungs. I couldn’t open my eyes yet, I just laid my head back so I could relax my nerves even a little bit. I heard my husband saying how beautiful it was, but I didn’t believe it until I saw it myself.

I forgot about all the pain and the suffering the second I put my eyes on its beautiful tiny face. My husband carried it to me and said “This is Dana our beautiful girl, she looks just like you!”