ANNA ALKATI

 ? 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...

  Time rewound to the past, when Ziyad was an unstoppable racer, renowned for his speed , and professional driving. He had won hundreds of awards, always securing top position  ,and the joy of victory illuminated the faces of his team ,led by Armar, his loyal friend and first supporter . who had stood by him every step of his journey With each win, whether in local or breathtaking international races, Ziyad's name soared .alongside the golden trophy, while his outfits sparkled like stars in the competitive sky His family his wife and children embraced him with  ,pride, as he lifted them in his arms like feathers  while applause and excitement filled the faces of his friends and the team who had given .their all to reach this moment Amidst this celebration, Ziyad’s eyes fell on the car he had won, as if it were bringing  back memories of his youth. Days when he lived a modest life with his friends, venturing  to a deserted oasis in the desert to laugh, play,...

 ,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...

. The word "today" seems simple, yet it carries many meanings . It lasts no more than twenty four hours . Twelve for the day, and twelve for the night ,Have you ever felt that a single hour, or a minute, or even one second . could completely change your life , One moment can destroy dreams you spent years building . while another can shape you into a successful and fulfilled person for a lifetime  : But the question that always insists on being asked is ?What are our goals ?What do we truly want ?And what path have we chosen for ourselves ?Where do we begin ?How ?And why ?Do we genuinely love this path Or are we walking it simply because it has become familiar ?Do we possess real determination ?Do we trust ourselves enough ?Do we love ourselves ?Can we imagine ourselves in a place better than where we stand now ,And are we willing to take risks for our ambitions , for ourselves first for a dignified life for those we love, and for the few people who stand by us in moments of ...

.laugh A soft, sincere laugh… directed at a face we  .didn’t know The stranger was standing by our front door, speaking with ease, joking lightly, and receiving  .a gentle pat on the shoulder The scene wouldn’t have meant much… if we  ,hadn’t just been in the car wiping away our tears in silence from his  ،shouting fixing our faces before he stepped out and  .became someone else entirely I looked through the window, and I couldn’t  .understand Was this really the same father whose face had ، ? exploded at us just minutes ago The same man we thought was too tired, too burdened, too weighed down to show any ?kindness  Yet here he was… offering it freely. Just not to us. I used to think maybe harshness was just our fate that because we were the closest, we had to bear it. That smiles were a luxury only strangers could afford. ...But the truth is harsher He chooses who gets his softness, and who gets his raised voice. ...If only we didn’t know him If only ...

 "Sometimes you don’t need an answer you just need someone to acknowledge that you’re tired of pretending to be something you’re not." .I don’t remember exactly when it all began When I started watching the people around me as if they belonged to a different world Everything about them feels alive— Their laughter, their endless plans, their ease of conversation, their passion for life, their desire to go, to do, to truly live. And me? I was there... but I wasn’t really present. I don’t know when this comparison started growing inside me. Was it a seed planted by the past within my breaths, or voices around me I couldn’t shake off? In every family, you always find those voices that never stop measuring, comparing, judging. Some proudly elevate their children like the finest blossoms, But many don’t tire of breaking their children’s dreams with unfair standards, Standards that plant a painful contradiction in the heart: "Why aren’t you like so-and-so?" "Why are y...

  At first glance, a word seems simple just a collection of letters spoken or written to form  meaning. But in truth, words carry much deeper dimensions than mere sounds or shapes on paper. They are our primary means of communication — a bridge connecting our thoughts and emotions with those around us. Sometimes, words become more than just tools for conveying information. They turn into emotions pulsing within us into wounds that ache or hopes that light our path. How many times have we ignored a passing word, only to realize later that it left a deep mark inside us? What’s strange is that the power of a word doesn't come from the word itself  but from the meaning we assign to it. A single word from a stranger might mean nothing to us. But the same word, if spoken by someone close, can echo for days, shaping how we see ourselves. 🔸 A simple example🔸 Imagine someone tells you: “You’re annoying.” If a random person on the street says it, you’ll probably brush it off. B...

I was out one day, and the place was alive with children. They ran, they shouted, they laughed... Setting the earth ablaze with their vibrant energy and joyful noise. In that moment, I felt that familiar twinge of irritation, and I muttered without thinking: "What a racket!" A voice beside me, calm as if carrying the wisdom of ages, replied gently: "If it weren't for them, none of this would be." I smiled faintly, then fell into a long, contemplative silence. His words echoed in my mind like a soft refrain... "Without them, none of this." All this noise, the play, the colors, the laughter, the toys, the tiny shoes, the cartoon-covered shirts, the parks, the stories, the candy, the songs... All of it lavished upon them, built for them. But then, a quiet sorrow seeped into the heart of my reflection: If all this was created for them, why do we take it all away when they grow up? Why does noise become a crime? Play has become a luxury? Colors become child...