Whoops…There Goes My Very Limited Sleep Time

Creepypastas, are creepy as hell. If I was one to use swear words, I would’ve used a bunch in that first sentence.

But seriously, I’d first learned about creepypastas surfing Youtube, and yesterday, when I watched a video about them. Will, let’s just say I literally had to sleep with the lights on.

When you’re an easily scared person, like myself, you shouldn’t read about weird pedophiles dressed as bears and haunted video games.

And while I knew that these stories are 99.9% fake, I couldn’t help but imagine The Rake sneaking on me from the dark.

I knew while geeking all over those stories that I would probably not go to sleep that night, but I couldn’t help my obsessive personality and I researched the Google outta these stories, which turned out to be mostly fake. But I still had the fear of it being real for no reason.

A strange place, the human mind.

I didn’t include any links so that the weak-hearted of you are not tempted by the titles.

Thank you for reading, and my the odds be ever in your favor.

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Fires Burn Out

As hope’s light dies out slowly but steadily, I begin to think; is it worth the time, the pain, the blood? All those lives lost. Children, teens, elderly. And the reward. Nothing.

Today, unlike any other, I’ve come to deliver words of despair.

Life in my home country is not going to be the same ever again. But the change is not going to be for the better.

It all goes downhill from where Egypt stands, and the unjust murders, arrest and abuses are not going to stop.

It’s not our fault to give up. I for one, Egypt hasn’t given me anything so I would owe it.

It sadness me. And if there’s a bright future for Egypt,, it’s not going to be anytime soon.

Pray for me. And may the odds be ever in our favor.

A Legacy, That Never Ends

Today—it’s yesterday now—Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone was first published. A little fantasy on a train ride. To think that, that fantasy, would shape generations of children, and generations still to come. Would have been pure madness. But here we are, and I am sitting here, writing about that book my sister got as her 9th birthday present.

Harry Potter made me see things a lot differently. And until now, I try to remember to turn on the light. The word “Always” bears so many meanings to me. It has changed me.

Harry Potter was one of the things that first touched me. And I can say this book taught me a lot of things, it made see things better. It made me accept so many things I wouldn’t even come to understand.

Some people would say that being devastated over the death of an Owl is ridiculous. Or crying over a fictional creature. But, I have to say, I did grow with Harry James Potter, and all those characters. If not for as long as many people. But I did.

Everyone of us has magic in them. But you just have to let it go.

Surreal, beautiful, old, dramatic, inspiring, consuming. All are words to describe it. And to be honest, I can go on till morning light.

All those deaths, in real life and in fiction. All those tears shed. They did not go in vain.

And I always remember, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome me home.

Utter Failure Wouldn’t Be An Exaggeration

Day Of Silence, supposedly a day where I shut up, and just not speak for the whole day. I tried. I failed.

Although the whole idea was unintentionally assassinated by my family, who started pulling me in conversation every 5 minutes. I decided I’ll have to shut up. But again, I failed; I kept on forgetting and talking to my sister.

I hate the fact that I couldn’t’ conquer  my talkative nature.

But this definitely won’t be my only attempt, I’ll try and do that sometime soon.

Till next time.

And may the odds be ever in your favor.

No Sophisticated Words, Just LAME

I just marvel at the lameness (couldn’t find a better word to describe this actually) of the human race.

It has been almost a week since I came back home from Alexandria. And I returned to the vagueness of an internet-free life; the internet had been down for the while I’ve been away-hardware malfunctions-and it was only today that I managed to fix the problem.

During this week, I slept till noon, ate, read, ate, watched TV, stuck some wallpaper to the wall; renovations, ate. And that was that.

But when the internet came back tonight, my sister asked a question, which lead to the first line in this post:

What would we do if we they hadn’t invented computers?

And I answered:

Nothing. We wouldn’t feel like anything’s missing; cuz there wouldn’t have been any PCs in the first place.

And then I thought, computers, laptops, phones and the internet are considered luxuries, and not only if you’re a Maslow’s hierarchy of needs kind of person. Abraham Maslow sounds like a really bland guy. I think that this whole hierarchy is utter horse-crap; he never-to me-kept in mind that time changes, people differ, and that people are humans, they’re in a compulsive way attracted to “shiny” objects. whether it’s a phone, a PC, a book. Humans consist of the things stated in the hierarchy. They can’t simply leave some and take some. Cavemen always fought over land and females, and that’s way at the top the pyramid.

But, on the other hand, some people can’t afford these luxuries. In fact, there are people who consider a proper toilet as a luxury. And more and more.

And it’s impossible to end world hunger. And it’s impossible to fix every tiny thing in the world. We’re just humans and we’re simply lame. Because I almost grew a beard-haven’t even started shaving yet-because there wasn’t any internet for a week.

Humans are lame in many ways, we just keep surprising me with our lameness everyday.

From The Aftermath

When you’re sitting calmly in the safety of God. And shouting sounds storm from out your window. That’s when you’re heart beats a little rapidly.

But when you go to see what’s happening, and find your neighbors  running barefoot, holding their babies in their hands. And find that an apartment in the complex in front of yours is on fire. And no one was inside. That’s when you’re heart falls to your feet.

That just happened to me about fifteen minutes ago. The shock itself is very paralyzing. But then, even if I live in this functionally retarded country, my first instinct was to call the Fire Fighters. Which I did. And it took me at least a minute for someone to pick up, after I’d already called the emergency number, and cold voiced man told me in the most bland way “Fire Fighter’s number is 180”. I almost exploded.

My sister was running around frantically with her baby on her hand, putting clothes on and wearing her Hijab. Packing the laptops, mobiles and all her baby’s stuff in one bag, ready to run down the stairs anytime. We didn’t.
I thought of how two years ago, she probably wouldn’t have thought of gathering all those things and making all these arrangements. I was amazed by how much having a baby could change you.

Although the Adrenaline kept me walking, I wasn’t quite sure of my movements. But I helped as much as I could. And in the midst of the shouts, and the smoke clouds, someone broke down the flaming apartment’s door and put out the fire.  A neighbor; the Force wasn’t there yet.

Now, what we all thought was very irritating to me. And I was quite hurt by it. We all thought immediately, if we should cancel the report. What if they came and found no fire. Would they accuse us of claiming a fake fire? Would they make us pay a fine? How much trouble would we be in?

All these questions were asked, and I asked myself, why didn’t anyone else call the Force? And I realized, people just lost their faith. Or they didn’t have a phone on them. Or they were just too dumbstruck.

But in all cases, no one did.

The neighbors told us they put off the fire with an extinguisher. They also said that it was a candle that started the fire. They probably lit it because the electricity was off for about an hour earlier, because the relationship between citizens and electricity is an off-again-on-again relationship.

They told us to kill the report, too.

We tried to call, they didn’t answer. But they came, and I have to say I was pretty surprised, because they came somewhat fast, in comparison to when they never showed up. And we weren’t questioned.

But you’ve got to give it to them, they went to the apartment and checked things out, and left.

But, a question, when will we ever feel safe again? Because I haven’t felt safe, like really safe, in almost two years now.

Pray for me. And may the odds be ever in your favor.

How To Kill A Post In Less Than Ten Seconds

Drafts are a death trap. To my posts that is.

There are about four or five drafted posts in my dashboard. And I think they were actually meant to be cool ones.

But those posts you wrote at three am. Or those wrote three minutes before you went to school…etc. Didn’t you ever wonder what happened to them after you clicked Save Draft? I’ll tell you what happened, they died.

All those posts well be forgotten, unless you’re someone with a plan, and a schedule. I’m not.

I feel like I’m giving posts the death sentence by saving them as draft. I’m just trying to clear up my mind and get back to those.

Pray for me. And may the odds be ever in your favor.

MerManBird!

If you were one part human, two parts something else — another animal, a plant, an inanimate object — what would the other two parts be?

The Daily Post

Let us take a few seconds to obsess over the the brilliance of this post; I mean, this is one of my most favorite things. Humanoids, hybrids, and all those creepy things.

Back to business. Despite my six-year-old dream of growing up to be a…*Drumroll*…A giraffe. Yes, a giraffe And no, I was not a weird kid. The idea was that if I became a giraffe, I would be able to build really tall buildings so lots of people could live in them— I won’t be a half-human, half-giraffe creature.

I don’t really know what gave me the idea that giraffes can get into engineering school. Or that if they have the proper education, they could build buildings, or draw blueprints, with their hooves. Or that they could even direct workers, speaking their giraffe language. Yes, giraffes have a voice, even if you didn’t think so. They just don’t use it much.

But really, what am I going to be? Let’s see, Ilove birds. And I’d love to fly, and also I’d like to swim like a fish.

So, I’d be a human, with large bird’s wings. And waist-down, I’d have a merman’s tail, and the whole breathing underwater thing.

The animal extensions can be withdrawn, and I’d have the ability to produce bird sounds.

Then I’d be able to fly when I want. I’d be able to see world from above and enjoy the gracefulness of flight. And also, I’d be able to make bird sounds in class and make the teachers go bonkers.

And I’d be able to go swimming for hours. And also, as weird as it sounds, I like to watch the sun from underwater.

So, yes, I’d be a MerManBird, it’s kind of catchy actually.

Good bye, and may the odds be ever in your favor.

Romance In Its Most Awkward Ways

I’m sitting on the couch, it’s 2:53 pm. The laptop on my legs, warm against them. A slight breeze slipping through the cracked glass balcony door.

Reading a book, Eleanor & Park. To me, the book is full of meaning; it tackles so many touchy subjects. And Rainbow Rowell captures the many conflicts of growing up, and struggling through teen years. Parental , bullying and much more is discussed.

And there’s the part about growing up in an abusive, hostile environment. Especially as a girl.

Away from the meanings and the themes. The writing itself is very moving and rather powerful. Rowell has thee power to make you feel the words, not just read them.

I’m not done with the book yet, but I think I’ll be in a matter of days. And when that’s that, I’ll post about it.

Good night. And may the odds be ever in your favor.