Death is so final, and I’m not sure how to deal with that. I’ve always known that, in theory. I first grasped the meaning of death when I was 9 years old, the year my grandfather passed away. I remember it taking a while for me to understand that I will never see him again,…
Happiness in the city: reaching rock-bottom to feel alive again
Exactly a month ago, I wrote a (granted, very dramatic) journal entry titled ‘who stole my happiness?’. It wasn’t the first unhappy entry though.
A Special Pain Called Growth
My best friend at university had this massive, daunting, 400 page long astrology boo. It had us hunched over with wide eyes and exclamations of “that’s so accurate!” on many pizza-fuelled sleepless nights. Each page of this book was titled a different date of the year, followed by a detailed explanation of what people born…
Isolation In the City: My Front Door Made Me Do It
I’m not going to sit here and type out 500 words about how you should be using your time to read more books again (you’re welcome). But I am going to share a story about a door.
So, the whole world is on lockdown… Now what?
Three months ago, Corona was, to the entire world, a vision – an often hazy one – of the infamous Mexican beer, with its cute little lime wedge sitting atop the bottle, waiting to be plopped down into its caramel-colored demise. To me and a hundred million other Egyptians, it was also our local, sub-par…