I do admit that I want Love, I do admit that I want to be loved, I do admit that I want to offer my love, But… do we dare, again!
At a specific age, we look at love differently, whether offered or received, we treat love differently. At a specific age, we reach a point of no shyness, we learn to speak up, to ask for what we want and what we need, and we learn to offer beyond our standard norm. At a specific age, we appreciate time, and start being appreciative of every step. At a specific age, we learn that love is physical, emotional, and attitude. At a specific age, we learn that the next one should have the know-how. At a specific age, we want to be treated the way we want, the way we deserve, and the way we like. At a specific age, we want love, again, our way.” #MOI Am I a woman or a man?
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
“When I lose control, or I lose creativity… Occasionally, yes it happens. I was born ready, active, in action, in charge, & behind. What does behind means? Well, you will figure it out throughout! Childhood, is a very important phase, where children need time to grow, develop, and play… they need to take time to shower, dress, eat, play, stare at the void, speak to their imaginary friend, and… Adolescence… I don’t remember, I can state the characteristics if you want, but to be honest, it’s a forgotten phase! Young adults… I believe I blocked that phase! Married, being a mom was the favorite time of my life. I think I wanted to live the time I never had, as I lost my mother when she was having me at birth time, therefore, I ached to being a mom and making the best memorable moments for both myself and my daughters! Throughout, I wanted to succeed, I wanted to make them happy, and be happy! I barely remember a full night sleep, I barely remember sitting and enjoying my time without planning the day after, or making plans, I barely remember dreaming because I was always on short term list DOING! But what happened to me? I feel I lost control, I feel I lost my creativity, I feel I live in the phase after ground zero when all you hear is the echoes of a life that is pending…
I guess I need a break, I need serenity, I need internal reassurance that the future is a new phase, requiring my new me to dare and snap out, requiring a step towards the a new day. Am I ready? Well, yes, full heartedly! Am I starting today? Well, I believe the day is coming soon, but today I will be having a TV & Pizza day!”
#MOI Trusting self has never been a problem to me, but trusting others…
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
“She used to brush my hair, I said, that was so important, it was our mommy daughter bonding time.
I recall the touch of her hand with every brushstroke, I recall the feeling, I recall her tenderness, I recall the way her eyes shone with happiness while doing so, I recall… No I don’t, it was my wish!
I never met my mother, she passed… she is in a different place, a better place I like to think, she never had the chance to brush my hair, but I did feel her hand rubbing my hair through her belly. Brushing the hair is a symbol although a fact, I had the privilege of brushing my daughters’ hair, it was the satisfaction and a reward for missing that part while performing that action, the role of being a mom. It is precious, meaningful, irreplaceable… it is the mother, it is the hair brushing bond!
When did you brush your daughter’s hair last, there is no age limit…” #MOI the memories I wish I had!
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
“It’s only retirement they said… but in fact no it is not!
The dream of retirement might be the nightmare for many, and in my opinion, retirement should not be a decision based on age, rather based mental and physical potential, and partially the opinion of the bearer.
It is a dilemma! Just when people, they, celebrate your departure from the institution, thinking they are celebrating the end of an era, which in many aspects of this world it means the beginning of the golden age where you need to enjoy and celebrate your life, it does drag many downhill, especially, individuals with long history of work.
At times, having a career relates to the social activity of one person, it is not always a crucial financial side. Therefore, in my opinion, retirement at times could be telling active people, active socially, physically, and mentally, tomorrow put your mind and self at ease and rest, and start a new life!
Did anyone ever consider the meaning of not having a purpose for the day? Did anyone ever wonder about the mental setback this might cause a person? Did anyone ever wonder whether a transitional mechanism should be created? Did anyone ever consider asking the individuals at the golden age, where they see themselves assisting in the institution they served and helped building?
Let me tell you, gratitude does not come in a paycheck, it comes, at times, it comes in valuing and showing respect to the presence of others!”
#MOI thinking about you
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
“Are you ready for a new day? it is the question we never ask ourselves, while it is a question that requires determination and assertiveness.
Like the flow of water in the river, days are passing, like an over circulated road, wrinkles are deepening, and like the old pictures, our mirror is looking sepia colors…
Am I spending my days thinking about the past? Am I spending my days waiting for the next day? Am I spending my day living the day as it is packaged? Well, let me assure you, I wish our life had come with a manual or a road map, but no, it does not, and the only rules that apply to one’s life are practically the ones we lived by, practically by accepting them, or never thought why we accepted them, or feared questioning them.
Few among us revolt, and take a sharp turn in life, and walk up a steep hill. Those few may or may not succeed in life, but surely will have a story to tell. The excitement of the story is based on our daring state of mind. If asked one might say, nine to five job, marriage, kids, braces, separation, probably divorce… while others might say, I traveled, hit rock bottom many times, tried different jobs, my heart broke many times, I am married now, happy, satisfyingly well-off, planning to…
The difference, one waits for events to happen, the other one rides every wave, and discovers the dark spots in the ocean fearfully, but end up living fearlessly!
So, are you ready for a new day? satisfaction does not mean wait for the end, there is no time appointed for a full stop… Satisfaction, rather means, enjoy the sepia colors as they are just another phase, make sure your embrace your wrinkles as each tells a story, and last, look forward to the new day and let this day have an adventure to tell!”
#MOI Keep love in the air, Keep life floating!
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
“Are you ready for change… or change is needed? It is a question one asks self many times along the course of life, whether in relationships, business, or life itself, the question will pop up like a foot pop when passionately kissing.
How can I see the resemblance? Well, when one lives the routine of life for a long time, and the maximum affections she receives on daily basis is the presence of a person under the roof, in this case any attention will be welcome not for trahison but to revive the butterflies in the stomach, a feeling that revives a dead corp, as I always say. & that my friends, is a change that is always needed… In relationships, I tell you, keep those butterflies flying with your partner. A word, a kiss on the forehead, a coffee, the favorite piece of cake reminding them that you know and you care, a flower, anything, anytime, and don’t wait for special occasions! In business, I tell you, keep the team active, motivated… keep things renovated, include retreats, activities, awards… make little competitions, praise people… Invite speakers, international people, exchange cultures… give the employees one at a time, occasional treats and/or an hour off. Open up to new ideas, and development, accept the knowledge of others! In life, I tell you, it is the combination of the above… dare to ride new waves, dare to dream while awake, dare to embark on new journeys. People are interesting creatures, they can all contribute to your life. Enjoy it and live the adventures!”
#MOI A woman taking to a woman, but as well directing this letter to men!
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
The pain is not stopping… Oh if you can see what I am seeing right now! I am standing in the middle of ground zero where Beirut Blast of August 4, 2020 took place at 6:08 EEST… Should I say more, no words can describe the disaster! In our culture we say, may it be mentioned and never happen again, in steel and not in souls, at least you are among the living… all true, but are those people living and alive?! Are those people, the ones picking up the wreckage of their homes, living and alive? Are those people, the ones hanging plastic on their doors and windows so they can sleep in, living and alive? Are those people, the ones dragging their mattress by the main door of the house to sleep at night fearing burglars would rob the rest of their belongings, living and alive? Are those people, the ones walking, who lost a family member whom their blood is still staining the walls as they walk around the house, living or alive? Are those people, the ones without a full roof above their head, living or alive? Are those people, the women who lost a husband while waiting for him to join for dinner, living or alive? Are those people, the children who lost a parent, living or alive? Are those people, the children who lost their favorite blanket, toy, outfit… living or alive? Are those people, the families that lost the walls that were keeping them safe, the car that was driving them to work, the hand that was patting them reassuring them that all will be okay, living or alive? Are those people, name it, close your eyes and see it, living or alive?
Well, they are breathing, but are they living or alive?! Well, they are those people, but are they treated as humans? Well, where is the human conscience of the people behind the blast! Those people are probably living in a House but will it ever be Home again?!” #MOI standing on ground zero of Beirut Blast August 4, 2020 @ 6:08 EEST, standing in the heart of my hometown, standing with pain aching my heart, a pain that is not getting any less, and wondering, will this hometown ever be home again?!
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
“So we don’t forget… MADE IN LEBANON STAMP 2020 The memory for generations to come… Price 0.50 lb pound (listed on the bottom) a coin no longer used in Lebanon AS THE VALUES OF THE CORRUPT LEADERS & THE PRICE OF HUMANITY IN OUR COUNTRY” #MOI Shall never forget
Author of *Where is My Angel? Book by #MOI and Read about the role of Faith in my life
*Mommy, I am a PACER! Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
“August 4, Beirut Blast… it was just another day until it became Z day! I recall waking up very energetic after a set of lockdown days. I put the alarm on, although I had enough time to sleep in and chill, but I wanted to feel the fresh air and water, and swim. I started the day with coffee, and rushed to the beach, as if this day was escaping from under my feet, I got there, I was chatting with people here and there, and laughing, I was happy… I swam, had lunch, and around 4:00 pm I left, came home to change into clean clothes, and went to see my cousins. I got there around 5:00 pm, we were sitting and chatting by the window, and suddenly, at 6:07 pm Beirut Time, we heard a bomb depart, followed by airplane, we looked at each other with wonder, then the earth started shaking from under our feet, for few seconds, and 6:08 pm, the BLAST ! Life stopped, in my world, memories of all the wars I survived flashed in front of my eyes, and I just wanted to scream the name of my eldest daughter, she is a Chief Resident Emergency Room at the hospital in the heart of Beirut, to know where she was! I tried to remain calm, and calming those around me, I was, but only when lines were disconnecting when trying to call my daughter, I would jump… I opened the app Live 360, to locate her, she was home, yet I couldn’t contact her, and did not know whether I should be happy she was or not, since no one knew what truly happened, and then again I couldn’t connect with her. We were hearing random messages about the explosion location, all were near her, and with every message received I was calling God and her name, nothing else, out loud, and pain circulating my veins… TVs weren’t broadcasting yet the explosion, and news were not accurate, other than a blast, explosion, in Beirut… Finally, I was able to talk to her, she was very emotional, all she said my room exploded, I had just stepped out, I was by the door of my room entering the bathroom, and the earth started shaking, I thought it was an earthquake, but seconds later came the blast and the shock! I left to go to her, and from the car, I called her sister in Cyprus to reassure her that we were all ok, she confirmed hearing and feeling the blast. While driving, and still not knowing the facts, all shops within the drive that was supposed to take 10 minutes and took past an hour, had broken glass, buildings were in a devastating situation, people were standing and driving looking at each other, but really no words could express our shock, then again not knowing what was happening. Finally, I was close to my daughter’s house, when I receive a call from her telling me she received a call from the hospital as a Disaster Code, and she would be leaving. Luckily, I reached her house before she left, I parked the car, walked on glass, and with every step, all I could tell myself, God please have mercy upon your people and protect them. I reach her, hugged her, remembering the first hug I gave her at birth, thanked God for saving her, took pictures of the room and we both left. I tried to reach Beirut, to help, calls starting coming to stay away in order to allow the red cross and fire department and all needed to pass, traffic was horrible, I came back home, opened the TV to see where and what happened, kept calling people in Beirut to check on them, while my daughter and all those healthcare givers did not have time to catch a safe breath nor patch their wounds whether emotional or physical. According to my daughter, the hospital was a war zone… According to the media, the pictures are the truth, but too graphic to post many… According to me, this story is just another story were the untold and unseen is the bare truth! According to the truth, basically buildings shall rise again and politicians shall sleep tight, external wounds shall heal, but the trauma of the pictures, the sounds and screaming of the wounded, and the loss of a loved one, shall remain in our mind until eternity”
#MOI A mother, like many other… A parent, like many other… A child, like many other… A healthcare giver, doctor, like many other… Beirut, Lebanon, where the truth was buried under the ashes, Beirut, Lebanon, the country that crashed under the blast of political conflict, Beirut, Lebanon, we were blessed because the blast and explosion were sucked in the sea, Beirut, Lebanon, will you ever be Home again…
STAMP 2020
