Friday, April 11, 2014

قصة قصيرة: عن حياة وردة

مسكت هالوردة ونتّفت بهالأوراق...و بين إيه ولأ وبحبني وما بحبني ضيعت شويّة وقت وحياة هالمسكينة!

كتير بستغرب من حالي احيانا...كيف بصير بصب كامل اهتمامي عشخص يمكن اسم عيلته لسا مابعرفو...

سألت لحواليّ وبحبشت بgoogle وطلع هيدا الشي بيطلقوا عليه شي اسمو....اسمو...أيوا! "الاعجاااااب"!

هيدا معناتو يا أعزائي لما وحدة بذكائي تبطل تستخدم هالمخ لعندا... لما الوحدة يصير همّا الوحيد إنو يصبّح ويمسّي عليّا الأفندي لتركض عند إخواتا ورفقاتا تخبرّن.. لمّا الوحدة تصير يرقص قلبا من الفرح لمّا يرمشلا بعيونو - إنو بركي بتفهم عليه بلغة العيون!

بس -وأعوذ بالله من كلمة "بس" شو بكرها- بيمشي الوقت والوحدة بتفهم إنو تصبيحتو وتمسايتو شي بمارسه هو مع جميع لحواليه (حنون يؤبرني)... وإنه ترميشة عيونو ناجمة عن الغبار لعمت عبصيرتا قبل بصيرتو...وإنو كان أشرفلا تحط الوردة بشي مزهرية بنص الغرفة أحسن ما تاعد تلملم بهالأوراق وهالكم حبة أمل الباقية عندا... الأمل والإيمان إنو حيجي الإنسان لمتلو متلا، ما بيتحسس من الجو وعيونو مفتحة عشرة على عشرة في وجة الغبار وفي سبيل إنو ينعمى عألبو قبل بصيرتو شي يوم... شي يوم... شي يووووم!

م.ش.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

منقول عن شعري - بفتح الشين

صحوت اليوم على فاجعة! حاولت أن أفهم ما حل به بين ليلة وضحاها...شعري! شعري الذي لطالما تباهيت به بات متبري من "بصلة" رأسي! وعوضا عن تناثره فوق كتفي (كما نص اتفاقنا)، قرر أن يمد بألسنته ليحكي ما يعجز رأسي عن فهمه أحيانا. فقال:

أرادك يا مريم خروفة على شاكلته، تتمشين مختبأة وراء القطيع نحو "مصيركم المحتوم".بس فشرت بنص عينه وعينهم! كنت وما زلت خروفة حرة! تسيرين نحو الوجهة التي تحلو لك، وحدك...إلى أن يأتي الخروف الذي يؤمن بما آمنتم به "سوية"...

مزبوط يا شعري العزيز، سأتمشى أنا وخروفي سوية (أو لحالي، مش فارقة)، بعيدا عن كل القطيع... نحو مصيري الذي لطالما تحدثنا عنه أنا وهو... وبالأخير، ضلّ عنه وعني...

Thursday, February 20, 2014

A Broken Heart's Imagination

Today, I will be sharing a simple thought that occurred to me a week ago while I was sobbing - because you know, my epiphanies only rise when I hit rock bottom!

So my beloved readers, why do we miss people we are no longer in touch with? Why do we keep re-playing everything we shared with them over and over again? Yes, that's right, because with them we created the unforgettable memories. It was them all along that made that cup of coffee tastier, that movie funnier.... With them, we learnt how to love things outside our interests' circle, and with them we learnt how to appreciate the hours that push us closer to the not-so-happy ending.

They left. And although they are physically no longer here with us in any shape or form, we can still imagine them sitting at that specific bench, drinking that karak tea and eating their favourite smoked turkey sandwich. We can still smell them on our cardigans and scarves and  hear them whisper in our ears things that no one else would ever know nor understand.
All these and more could leave one after a breakup with a broken heart and endless (angry and/or sad) tears, I guess.

If we take a step back, just one step back and look at the present picture. Not our picture but theirs. How they look like now, what they do, how far they've become, who they hang out with... We will see no familiar places or faces. At least I know I don't anymore.

Do you see what I see now? They were who they were around us because together we created the perfect combination. And now, that they're sipping their different type of tea at a different place with different people, I can guarantee you that they, themselves are different. They are not the same people you created together, but most importantly, we are not the same people either.
Take another step back and look at yourselves, you will see my fellow heart broken readers that you have evolved. So hold on and embrace whatever the hell is about to come.

Lots of love and support from MC to you.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

"Just make sure he is not already married."



"French manicure and pedicure please," I said with a wide smile.

The salon lady: "But ma'am you always put colourful nailpolish."

"Not this time. This time I'm doing things differently..." I said with an even wider smile.

I was looking forward to my date on Sunday. A date I never thought would happen, not now, not in a million years! We met five/six years ago in a psychology class - he was older. We'd have the occasional greetings and that would be it. Not until recently that we had the guts to take the conversation further. We would talk for couple of days - take a break- then speak again. But our conversations never really went very far from the usual casual ones between two strangers. 

He was the first crush I had after the huge break up I went through, so you can imagine how big of a deal it was for me to open up to someone, this fast. He said all the right words. He had the right manners. He wasn't like all other dates I went with the past year. He wasn't stingy, he didn't ask if I would consider having six abs and he didn't ask me to live in a studio, quit my job and raise his children (yup, been there). Anyways, his boldness was so refreshing. He seemed like he knew what he wanted and said and did the appropriate thing; he asked me out right away. I said yes.

Having a strong relationship with momzy, I told her that I am talking with an old "friend" and that he is extremely "sweet" and "different". She laughed knowing that there was more to it. She then put down the dishes and said as she giggled: "Just make sure he is not already married." So of course, I denied that there was anything happening - cos there wasn't. And so I went to the salon on Friday to do the "necessary".

Friday, just two days before our date, he remembered to share a very important point with me. I was all anxious wanting to know what was wrong - I say wrong because his tone was extremely serious, unlike the usual. I received the message from him and immediately told the salon lady that I have changed my mind. I no longer wanted french manicure and pedicure, I wanted gold. gold nail polish. Oh, and the message said that he really likes me. But it also said -wait for it- that he is E-N-G-A-G-E-D. Yup, engaged. 

I know I know...another experience...another lesson learnt. So, what did I learn other than knowing that mama is a psychic? I learnt that I will always be a sucker for romance. I will always say yes if I feel like I want to. I will never settle. I will never wait. And ok fine, I won't believe a man when he says he is not engaged - because this time, I actually asked and only got the true answer right before my date.

M.C.



Monday, December 30, 2013

شكراً 2013

قربت السنة تخلص وبلشو هالعالم تكتب عصفحاتها أمانيها للسنة لجديدة...بلشت العالم تشاركنا أفكارها عن كيف بدا تضعف..كيف بدا تتقدم بشغلها..كيف بدا تسافر بلاد العالم وكيف وكيف وكيف..
قربت السنة الجديدة وأنا بس عم فكر كيف مضيت هالسنة..بحلوها وأهم شي بأكل خراها..نعم متل ما قريتو، شو مستإلين بالخرا لإكلتو هالسنة؟!
الناس عم تقلي روقي يا بنت والوقت بحل كل شي..روقي يا مريم ومتل ما أكلوووكي هالهوا حياكلو هن وأكتر كمان..
يمكن الناس حكيها مزبوط..وبالآخر لسا عندي إيمان من جوا إنو كما تدين تدان يا عزيزي..
بيكفي فش خلق وخلينا نحكي بالمهم، ألا وهو: لولا ما أكلت الخرا ما كنت حسيت بطعمة الحلو. يعني، لولا ما مشيت هالناس من حياتي..هالناس لمعدنها طلع كل شي إلا من ذهب، ما كنت وعيت عالحواليي من عالم فعلا هي مطرحها بالقلب...ومع هيك مش هيدا المهم.
المهم يا حلوين إنو أنا متأكدة من شي واحد بس. مش إنو الله رح يبعتلي ناس أحسن وهالكلام، لأ! أنا متأكدة إنو بغياب وبرحيل عالم من حياتي هالسنة حيخليني إفضى لحالي السنة الجاية. حيخليني إقعد مع حالي وشوف هالمريم كيفا. هالمريم لتكونت بآخر كم سنة راضية عن تكوينها أو لأ...بدي قلها لهالمريم إنو لجاية إن شاء الله دايما أحسن من لراح...
وبالنهاية، بتمنا السنة الجاية تكون حلوة عالجميع (بصراحة مش كلكن ليه الكذب بس إنو)..
وبحب ذكركن، خلونا نبلش هالسنة بنية صافية وابتسامة عريضة...وبلا منطعمي العالم...هوا! (شووو...قلنا نية صافية)!
وأخيرا، سامحوني على ما بدر وما لم يبدر مني...
ويلا، هيدي أمنيتي لإلكن: تصبحون على أيام وسنوات مليئة بما هو خير لكم...

Friday, November 29, 2013

Momentary Comfort

I used to find comfort in writing, now I don't.
I used to find comfort in singing, now I don't.
I used to find comfort in hugs, now I don't.
I used to find comfort in watching Sex and the City, now I don't.
I used to find comfort in exercising, now I don't.
I used to find comfort in crying, now I don't.
I used to find comfort in being with family and friends, now I don't.
I used to find comfort in long drives, now I don't.
I used to find comfort in my wishful thoughts, now I don't.
I used to find comfort in your voice, now you're gone.
I used to find comfort in your touch, now you're gone.
I used to find comfort in your eyes, now you're gone.
I used to find comfort in your... Well, I used to find comfort in you and you're gone now.
I guess comfort was never meant to be found in something, or someone because everything and everyone around us are bound to leave us, no? I guess seeking comfort from within is the only way. But how? How do I know where to begin when you won't be there to take me by the hand and show me the way?
Wait, am I not the independent woman I always thought highly off? Was I repeating this out loud to force people to believe a beautiful brave picture I created of myself? Or was I trying to prove it to myself?
Was it my mistake to put all my faith in you? Are we built and created to figure things out on our own?
But most importantly, am I ok? Am I doing "fine"? Are you?
I wish you're not. I wish you are as lost as I am (and maybe a bit more).
Here's to the memories I will never regret... Here's to... Well, f*ck you.

M.C

Monday, November 18, 2013

Powerless Me

Unpleasant thoughts come my way when I think of all the things I dont have control over. When I know that all I can offer the person in front of me is a hug, a kiss or maybe a kind word.

For all the people who don't know me, I am Mariam. Mariam the person who suffers with digesting the thought of losing the people around her to death. Let alone comforting people when losing their loved ones...

Today, only an hour ago, I was told that we have lost my young second cousin who lives in Australia and whom we've never met. I was also told that my other cousin is in intensive care right now (him, I have met couple of years ago while he was visiting us in Abu Dhabi) - please pray for his recovery.

Not until I was writing these words that I felt the news sinking in. I pictured the whole accident. How it happened? When? Who was doing what? And WHY did it happen?
We hear bad news every day and nothing feels worse than feeling helpless and powerless. And all I hear around me is people telling me to accept the "destiny" that is written for us. Maybe, one day.

All I have at the moment are questions and all I can hope and pray for is for God to provide their parents with strength...

Ya rab...

M.C