ANNA ALKATI

 Time returned to the present, and Ziyad stood before that car, his gaze fixed upon it with  a lethal intensity, as if it were an eternal reminder of the accident that had turned his life  upside down. From afar, he heard Armar’s voice approaching, full of energy and  : wearing a wide smile “!Ziyad! My friend! I bet you missed me today” Ziyad ignored the greeting, as he had done since the accident, not lifting his eyes from the :car. Armar repeated his playful tease with a grin  “!I know you missed me… but you just won’t admit it” Ziyad was holding a screwdriver, working on the car in the garage. As Armar came  closer, Ziyad cast him a stern look not out of real anger, but in keeping with his  : naturally reserved demeanor. Armar, ever playful, raised his hands  “.Alright… I’ll be quiet and give you some space” While Ziyad focused on the car, Armar lingered, talking about his latest news, boasting in his usual teasing way about his popularity with...

 ? Have you ever been that person who always takes the initiative before anyone else ... The one who starts the conversation, the congratulations, the laughter, the jokes ?The person who asks first, cares first, and always tries to be present in the lives of others : If so, listen to this story .There was a respected elder, admired by everyone, young and old alike One day, a man approached him and asked, " Sheikh, how did you earn all this love and  " ?respect .As they walked along the road, they passed some children playing soccer  .Suddenly, the Sheikh went over, grabbed the ball, and refused to return it .The children got angry and started yelling at him "?The man was shocked. “What’s this, Sheikh? Are these actions befitting of you ,The Sheikh calmly replied “.They don’t respect me… I took my dignity back from them” ?What do you take from this story ?What if you decided to stay quiet for a while not out of stubbornness, but to rest ? To wait not to test them, but to ...

  Time… it feels as if it’s slipping away from us, falling through our fingers like sand in an "  endless hourglass. We move through life and call all of this “speed,” but is it really time  ?that is speeding up, or are we the ones accelerating it The problem is not time itself, nor the world around us, but within us. In the habits we’ve grown used to, in the constant urge to catch up, in the ongoing struggle with something , that feels bigger than we are. We follow the rhythm of society, we run as everyone runs often without a clear reason except that we feel “behind,” and we describe our anxiety  .and tension as time slipping away We refuse to admit that we are the ones chasing time relentlessly. We are the ones trying  to catch it or escape from it, as if every minute in which our achievements are delayed is  a personal defeat. We run everywhere: in work, in study, in relationships, and in the  .search for ourselves, as if the world would stop if we...

  .Between the halal and the haram lies a world where white melts into black Boundaries intersect and distinctions dissolve, leaving concepts weightless and visions  .without compass .We see the halal as if it were haram, and the haram as if it were halal Things take on faces that are not their own, and meanings become so intertwined that it  .is difficult to distinguish truth from illusion This confusion is not just a theoretical idea it is a reality we live every day. ?How often have we felt that something right became wrong in the eyes of others And how often did what we were forbidden from become desired or tempting, shaking  ?our convictions .When boundaries blur, everything becomes relative, and every stance flexible Holding onto the truth becomes difficult, while illusion becomes more tempting than  .reality When ignorance turns into knowledge, awareness becomes madness, and lies become  truth, freedom transforms into a heavy burden on the soul, and ...

  ? Reality and the Digital World: Are We Escaping the Truth or Just Our Perspective of It " We often hear the famous phrase: " Reality is harsh It’s usually said when people talk about why they turn to the internet or social media . Some see these platforms as nothing more than a way to escape a harsh life or a reality .they are unwilling to face But the real question isn’t whether reality is harsh or not; it’s: Is the truth truly bitter, or ?have we simply become accustomed to focusing on its bitter side By nature, humans tend to focus more on what hurts them than on what brings them joy.  One might live a day filled with ordinary or beautiful moments, yet a single negative  experience can overshadow them all. This is why the world sometimes feels like a cruel  .place, even though the full picture may contain details worth appreciatin Interestingly, the people most content in life are not always those who have had it easy.  On the contrary, we often find indiv...

In every passing conversation, or quiet moment of reflection, the same phrases echo : before me “.You’ve changed a lot” “.You’re not the same as you used to be” “...Even the people closest to you say the same thing” .But the real question here isn’t when we changed ?It is: did we truly change… or were we forced to ?Did the person they speak of really disappear Or did we simply hide them in a distant corner, away from their eyes… where no one   ?could criticize them : And the most important question of all ?Did you truly want to change ...Or are you trying to convince yourself that you’re no longer that person you once were ?because others told you that you shouldn’t be ,Sometimes, when someone says, “You’ve changed” .it doesn’t sound like pride .It sounds like an excuse ...An attempt to bury the old version of yourself ,not because it was wrong .but because it wasn’t accepted ...But wait  ?Who are these “others” ?And why do we grant them so much authority over our souls ?...

   .We come into this world with a cry  .Not by choice, but as a declaration of existence  ,We cry… and some rejoice  ,some grow uneasy .and some may even feel disturbed. ,From the very first moment ...life is not a story everyone agrees upon ,We are born into circumstances we did not choose ,between hearts that were ready… and others that were weary ,between dreams that were waiting for us .and others that wished to postpone us .And yet… we begin ,We grow a little .only to discover that our presence is not always welcomed everywhere ,There are those who love us without reason ,those who dislike us without reason .and those who do not see us at all ,We learn to soften the sound of our cry ,to regulate our emotions, ...to become " acceptable " trying to distinguish between those who wish us well .and those who wish us harm .Still, we sometimes fall into places and problems that were never ours .Yet we continue. We move forwar We run, we try, we prove, we fall— .a...

  Fear is not weakness. It is not a flaw in our character, nor a sign of fragility. It is one of  the oldest instincts embedded within us a silent  .guardian designed to keep us alive ,We experience fear when we sense danger whether real or imagined. Yet fear is far more  ,than a fleeting emotion. It shapes our decisions influences our behavior, and quietly  molds the boundaries of our dreams. Sometimes, the life we do not live is built entirely  .on the fears we never confronted Fear and the Human Condition We do not fear only darkness or the unknown. We fear our own thoughts, our mistakes,  and perhaps most of all, the judgment of others. The fear of failure can be more . paralyzing than failure itself. It convinces us not to try, not to risk, not to begin And then there is another fear the fear of not being believed. Of being misunderstood. Of  being labeled in ways that distort who we truly are. Throughout literature, we often see  chara...

 ,Not every silent person is deep .and not every overthinker is aware ,Yet we often mix the two ,granting silence an aura it doesn’t deserve :and giving mental exhaustion a prettier name “.depth” We think depth can be measured by dark  ,clothing ,a deliberately slow tone of voice  .or a performative solitude in a café corner ,As if mystery proves understanding .and as if speaking little is a mark of wisdom ...But depth cannot be worn ...cannot be performed .cannot be announced .Depth is awareness Awareness sees the event… and what lies  .beyond it It hears the words… and what lies beneath them. It feels joy… and at the same time recognizes its  .fragility ,A deep person does not live on the surface .but neither do they drown in the depths ,They see the whole scene ,its extensions and understand that every moment carries the  .seeds of its own end ,When others celebrate their success .they celebrate with them :Yet quietly within, they ask ?What comes next ,N...

,Valentine’s Day passed as usual .carrying with it roses, messages, and red hearts ,But beyond the noise :one word remains at the center Love ,Just two letters yet capable of completely changing someone’s  ...life .or changing nothing at all ,It’s not about the word itself .but about us .It’s about how we interpret it ,the memories we recall whenever we hear it ,the scars we carry silently .and the stories that shaped our understanding At their core, words are nothing more than  ,fleeting sounds .or quiet letters resting on a page .But we give them power ;We don’t just interpret the word alone ,we analyze who said it ,when it was said .and how their voice sounded We give it weight… and then carry that weight in  ,our hearts .sometimes for a long time ,Just as we turn “I love you” into a golden statue we turn “I hate you” into a knife that never earns  .forgiveness But what if the word is spoken in a language we  ?don’t understand :Or appears before us like this...