When born into a void, life treats you differently. You struggle to fit in; you exert to exist. No one can understand the feeling of missing a part of you except those who do not have it.
Growing up to fit in, seeking to please, and reaching out to be noticed; are a call to exist that turned with time into a force to continue without roots.
Can a tree grow without roots? Can a bird fly without wings? Can a person walk without feet? No, no, and no! but you can never imagine the outcome of negative power!
Yes, sometimes we have to run on the floorless ground, but there is a gift I discovered, offered to me, and that gift is growing with me daily; the gift of time!
As a driver, you cannot see what you see when sitting in the co-driver seat; I understand the meaning of time off now more than ever, and the worst part is that I am still sitting and trying to understand!
#MOI It’s time to reactivate my power and reinvent myself!
Sneak Peek at Chapter 9, the stories we live, & the lessons we learn! “Each one of us struggles in a different way, and each has a story to tell. I wish sometimes we’d learn from others instead of being the story ourselves…”
“It was a message in a bottle, a bottle I found in my room, on the dresser, near my bed. Funny how sometimes you cannot see what is in front of you, & then you tell yourself… Don’t forget your beliefs, your words, your strength, and yourself; Put them all into action for your own good!
Here was the message: Be good to yourself & Forgive… But never be bad to yourself & Forget…” #MOI did I tell you it was a message I wrote myself.
P.S. I wish forgiving was as easy as written, but I will definitely ignore!
#MOI the author: I write to inspire others, & as I always say, NO, YOU CAN NO LONGER HURT ME. Read the books, get inspired…
“Don’t cry my friend, better days are coming! As I always say, no, you are not alone! Dear inspired reader, glad I could help. Your words are very touchy, I feel your pain, & remind myself daily that I stood again. Happiness is coming soon, stay strong! Badiaa”
Thank you Badiaa Hiresh for the inspiration. I received your biography book WHERE IS MY ANGEL? as a present from a friend. She insisted on me reading it, I am going through a very tough period in my life, and I am not able to see myself. I guess I am not alone, I try to be strong, but still, I am crashing! <<The person who was conquering the new journey with fierceness started falling apart and behind and that person was me. My outside was glowing and shining, while my inside was deteriorating and torn into pieces across the continents.>> Your book made me realize a lot, I am starting therapy now, and I hope one day we meet! As you said: <<She knew that destiny was in her own hands>> Be Blessed. Inspired reader
#MOI the author, I tell you, my biography told a story, but remember it was my life!
About the author: I write to inspire others, I said in my first novel and biography: I am the master of my own destiny!
“He made my day, she said… Can you imagine my joy when my daughter says that to me! Daughters are very special, and every woman is somebody’s daughter, sister, and mother!
My friend was neglected by someone new she met, and guys, I truly appreciate your input. He met her through a friend, invited the whole group to dinner, and wouldn’t stop talking about her. She liked him too, and felt he was a gentleman. Later that week, he kept on contacting her, making plans, ignoring her throughout the day, ignoring her during the time of the plan, then contacting her again, a few days later…. To be honest, I was furious, she was hurt, and heartbroken.
Did I forget to mention that she is beautiful…. To me, all women are beautiful! Did I forget to mention she is charismatic… To me, all women are charismatic! Did I forget to mention she is educated… To me, education is not via the degree you earn only, many never had the opprtunity to attend university, but deserve all our respect, yet, yes she is educated!
Dear MAN, gentleman, Mr., Sir, Let me tell you one thing. One day you are going to wake up and find yourself alone, and worst, you will be lonely… I am speaking for the women and on their behalf, if you are not gentleman enough to approach, please do not knock the door! Every woman is beautiful, better to assess yourself, find yourself a mirror, and before you judge “US”, face yourself with the truth about you!
Trust me, I am not talking about myself, I stopped trusting because of similar situations. Yes, not all men are like, and not all women are alike. So, if you had a past, get over it before you hit the future…” #MOI there are many men and women, but each has one life to live!
Host of online Livestream & Author of
*Life’s Detours – Alexandra’s Choices Book by #MOI, Could broken hearts be mended?
*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…
“Remember when I said, I write to inspire, well meet @riyaydv20. I hosted the young lady for the exchange of culture during #covid_19#lockdown. It was her and a student from Lebanon where we discussed online learning, community service, university, hobbies, and interests… & what an interesting young lady!
& Here is my interview hosted by Riya on her recorded podcast REALITY BY RIYA: BLOGGING LIFE
Click and watch my interview on the podcast @RealitybyRiya regarding a blogger’s life, what inspires me to write, why I write, writer’s block, and many other points…! Proud to have inspired you Riya to chase your goals and dreams in life… Watch out world, Meet Riya” #MOI Enjoy
For a special man on his special day… What is your age?!
As children, we play, we laugh, we run around and loud… As teenagers, we start thinking and planning, we dream… Before we know it, we are young adults, and feel responsible… Before we know it, life strikes us with responsibilities, some we adopt and others we embrace… & then, like the days of the week, life repeats itself, but the dates become different… Like a book we read again, situations are identical, but our views, perceptions and reactions become different… & That is life… day, week, year, decade after decade, it scrolls but… Is age measured but the number of days lived so far, or…
We live in a rush, we rush to succeed, we succeed to provide, we provide to ensure continuity, we ensure continuity because we want our loved ones to live happy, happily, and happier but… What is your age…
Your age… it is the number of memories you lived, it is the number of smiles you lived, it is the number of happy thoughts you had, it is the number of hurdles you survived, it is the number of advices you gave, it is the number of tears you wiped for others, it is the number of hands you held for people to stand again, it is the number of steps you walked people through, It is the number of… blessings and faithful moments you had… So what is your age? Count your blessings… So what is your age? For some people, they don’t have time to count… it’s the blessings of others around them to count it for them!
God bless you, and blessed us with someone like YOU!
Lots of love #MOI Badiaa Happy Birthday to You A special note, for a special person, on his special day!
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…