We celebrate it every year, I celebrate it twice since it’s also my mother’s birthday. But why what should be everyday is marked on a day and named Valentine? Curious me went out to seek the answer then came back home after he realized that it’s the 21st century. I went to use Google and I found out that Valentine’s day has actually a very moving and beautiful origin.
Saint Valentine’s Day, commonly known as Valentine’s Day, began as a liturgical celebration of one or more early Christian saints named Valentinus. The most popular martyrology associated with Saint Valentine was that he was imprisoned for performing weddings for soldiers who were forbidden to marry and for ministering to Christians, who were persecuted under the Roman Empire; during his imprisonment, he is said to have healed the daughter of his jailer Asterius and Legend states that before his execution he wrote “from your Valentine” as a farewell to her.
Quite moving. I wanted to share this not just because it’s Valentine’s day, but to remind everyone to never lose hope in finding that special someone, it doesn’t have to be a partner, it’s a day of love, so share it with everyone around you. Valentinus did to the very last moment of his life. My valentine’s morning was spent by taking my little 1 year and 8 months old nephew to the barber shop, and as you can see, we look happy…
Happy valentines day, may this day stretch its limits and shelters you for eternity
~ A. H. Amin
Do not place yourself in someone’s shoes only, Instead, try to replace your whole life with theirs… you can keep your shoes.
My reminiscence chose to be my company today when I started to think that I have only two days left for graduation. My brain took me far back in the past that it shattered my chronological barrier and went the extra distance to the times before I was born.
I looked at my origins, at how my father had started, as a son working in the farm with his own father… my grandfather. He was a farmer who had always found time for his studies even after his whole body is depleted, in the times where old Iraq was conflicted by the varieties of political parties. I can never understand what kept him going? My only answer would be family, they did everything for my father to keep him in the university.
He graduated, and as he went through the bumps and highways fate had constructed in his path, he eventually became one of Kuwait’s most successful AC engineers. My life was easier, I only got to live the hard parts of life when I went to college. I never saw my life more clearly than today, I saw how different my life would have been if my father didn’t keep pushing himself. I tried to see how I would have done if I was
in his shoes him. I am a writer, and I honestly can say that it is impossible to channel him.
I got to see ‘Life of Pi‘ two days ago. One quote from the movie had stuck in my brain, it was this quote: ‘I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.’ I couldn’t find the rest of the quote in which he goes on saying how he had never had the chance to thank his father for everything he had done for him.
I called my father that day, I told him I was extremely grateful for giving me more than one chance to set a direction to my life, even though he got only half a chance when he was younger than me. That made him concerned, he thought something was wrong with me. I simply told him ‘I’m fine, I said that because everything I’m doing right now I do so I can have a chance to repay you… and if I failed, at least you’ll know I’m grateful for all that you have worked for’.
Only two days left for my graduation, and once the day comes, I’ll be working my whole body and the aura that surrounds it toward printing the second chapter in the Psych series, ‘The Remnant’, and toward starting the third book in the series, ‘Ib….. you know what? I won’t share the name yet, will do so once book two is in the open.
Cherish those who are around you, and never judge them, just look at their shoes and picture yours instead.
~ A. H. Amin
My niece, Sara, our sweet strawberry had experienced all the four seasons for the first time in her life. Being half Egyptian from my brother-in-law’s side, a dear and one of a kind man, this outfit fits perfectly, since it is now strawberry season in Egypt, she is celebrating in the time of prosperity back home, the same prosperity I hope for her future life in our family.
The only thing I’m sad about is not being there to celebrate that one in a life time day, the first birthday. Also, the cake looked amazing!!
Happy birthday my dear niece, may this year be the door which beyond its threshold lies health, wealth and prosperity.
~ A. H. Amin
Yesterday night, I placed myself on my bed to be purified from the plankton’s of yesterday’s strains. Instead I had a new experience, a feeling I had never had in my entire life… and it was in a dream.
I dreamed I was living in another place or time, I could not tell which, the dreams tend to disorient us that way. It was another world, let just say that since dreams have been interpreted by many as a peek to another dimension. That world had another kind of species, scary and beautiful in a way. I was a teenager in my dream, unaware of love and its complexity.
I fall for someone, one of those different beings, a woman who almost looked like she wants to devour me. I submitted on my knees, it made her calm, I reached my hand and held her’s. She looked away with her beautiful, out of this world face, a face that only belongs in a dream world. I tapped her hand to bring back her attention to me, it made her mad, even as I was doing it I knew it was a mistake. She comes closer to me, her hair is dark and silky, her eyes shone it’s light gray light on me and her teeth… its not sharp, but different from normal teeth, it had a mark in the middle of each.
She let go… saying something about a prince and ‘No must stay, now must leave.’ She kept looking back at me, she looked somehow disappointed, with a hint of… I don’t know, for I was just a teenager, unaware of how to treat a normal woman, let alone a supernatural one.
I had this dream this morning, it’s completely killing me. I was thinking about it the entire day for some reason. I was feeling different in a way when I woke up. I have never felt this way toward anything, does this dream have something to offer? Or is it just my wild and untamed imagination?
As I came to the end of writing the dream I realized who was that woman representing, she was someone in my real life, someone I helped yesterday, a colleague. She had different and beautiful features, her eyes were dark but they were wide and bright, her hair was long and silky… and her teeth…. she wore braces, now that I think of it, the marks on my dream woman’s teeth resembled braces… what does this devious dream wants to say?
My sincere appreciation to my fellow blogger who nominated me for the ‘One Lovely Blog Award’, he’s an adventurer, a poet and a kind man. Introduce yourselves to him through his blog – A Pirate’s Haven – his hospitality has no boundaries.
The One Lovely Blog Rules of Acceptance
Thank the person/people who nominated you and link back to them in your post.
Share seven possibly unknown things about yourself.
Nominate fifteen or so bloggers you admire.
Contact the chosen bloggers to let them know and link back to them.
– Seven things you may not know – and maybe shocked by – about me:-
1- I was engaged once, but fate’s currents were too strong for me to hold on.
2- If I feel happy all the time I would think that I’m doing something wrong.
3- When I was a kid, they used to call me Casper… I’m friendly with a big head.
4- (You may hate me for this one) My darkest fantasy: Whenever I see a kid just learned how to clumsily walk, wearing a big diaper and a squeaky shoes I feel the urge to kick him.
5- If you bash my head, classical movies come out.
6- Football (the other football my American readers) is my passion.
7- I keep a box of memories of things I obtained and got for the first time, like the bill of my first cellphone and the picture of my first love… can you imagine what else I have in there?
My nominations and heart goes to my fellow bloggers, who through their writing, images, worlds and kindness have touched me:-
1- Gina Lawless
4- Paula Acton
6- Yi-Ching Lin
8- Alice Brook
9- Win Charles
11- Notebook Pages
13- Story Addict
Every action has a reaction, the latter changes with our progress. I believe individual’s reactions vary from one previous age to another, originating from no experience or the opposite. The memories of my own life is being correlated to events I’m witnessing with many young and old passengers of our lives. It made me think how I used to be, what I became, how I am right now and what one can become later in life.
We experience the world for the first time, on our first exposure we find ourselves vulnerable, if we lose love, if we lose friends, if we didn’t get what we worked so hard for we breakdown, slowly gluing ourselves back. We were once fragile, we break when our imaginary world collides with the real world, an action that has one of the worse results, it manipulates our world, changing it into another world, suited for someone else, someone I became later.
I welcomed myself to the new world, where things are easier, less attachments will lead to more growth, no more friends who argue with what you say and make you feel less, no more addition to my responsibility list. ‘It’ll reduce the weight, my life will move faster’. I shield my heart from all that can penetrate it with a hard, rigid crust. ‘I am invincible, bulletproof, rigid’. That was the result of my previous collision… an altered universe and an altered mind.
Everything in the world has limits, a yield strength. The shield may have succeeded in preventing external influences, but not the internal ones. The loneliness, the sense of under accomplishment, the illusion that you have no reaction to any action was all building inside the heart, all it takes is time to find out that your shield began to crack, and before you know it, it breaks, you are fragile again. There is no permanent shell, and you stop instead of moving, trying to know what is the real world.
If wasn’t for what my father had said four years ago, I don’t think I would have become what I am right now. He told me:-
‘Life is a very strong current, if you go against it it’ll break you, always keep moving’
I opened my heart for the world, in all its kindness and cruelty. I have accepted it and in return it accepted me. When a door shuts, I don’t shy away, I knock and wait. Every chance must be seized, and every loss will be compensated in the end, and if not, well… that’s life, we bounce to another door, many have been created around us, we keep knocking and exploring, exploring opportunities, friendships, love… we experience life. And the best way to function in it is by becoming resilient.