Skip to main content


Follow by Email

Search This Blog

When U Fall in Love with an Idiot!

On a rainy day, a very lovely and smart girl was standing nearby the bus station where she met a boy who attracted her attention, she didn't know why but she really admired him. Well, as he was dumb (she didn't know so,) she was the one who started chatting with him. They had many things in common so they kept meeting nearby the bus station. The poor girl wanted to go with the dump guy on a date but she was too shy to ask him out. So, she started to bring gifts to him so that he may notice her admiration. But, days passed before she realized that she wasted her money on gifts! Well, he was kind enough to bring her a rose each time she brings him a gift! The girl felt disappointed and decided to drop the whole matter.

Years passed since that and one day the girl was walking nearby the station where she accidentally met the guy who rushed to her. He told her that he was worried about her and that he cared a lot but he never knew how to contact her. The girl said it is ok. The boy smiled and asked her for dating her; she stared at his face in a shock but soon she got control over herself when her husband showed up! She introduced them and asked her husband to bring her necklace which she forgot at home. When her husband returned back, he found her standing alone so he wondered about the guy she replied that he left. So, they walked away but the husband didn't notice the dead body under the bus!!


Popular posts from this blog


I don't hear it, but I know it is talking to me, telling me about my falls and stands, dreams and nightmares, hopes and reality, and about people in my life and those who passed away. I am trying to ignore it; but deep down inside me, I know there is a part of me listing to it. Yet, sadness is an overwhelming burden that I am unwilling to take. It comes and brings all the unspoken words, the tears hidden by a fake smile, the pain in a seemingly happy heart, and the memories of the beloved ones who left us, whether on by or against their wills.
Hell, silence! What do you want me to do? It's over, it's okay for me like that... I don't want your noises to disturb my peace... or what seems to be like peace. I just realized that weeping is not the best way to overcome life. I have to stand, to fall, then STAND, then fall harder and harder, and then to STAND AGAIN! No matter what, I have to continue my journey, whether I like it or not, whether it is happy or not, and whether…

Unfound Soul

One of the most difficult times for the writers is the time when they lose their inspiration. They lose creativity, search for their muses, write many unpublished drafts, and cry in silence.

In such times, writers may try to seek an inspiring spot where they can find their lost skill. Other writers, may evoke their pain to find inspiration. Few writers may quit writing!

Quitting writing is a desperate resolution for the writers who lost their inspiration. They know that they want to avoid pain found in their writings, they seek peace, and they want to stop thinking.

Yet, it is not an easy decision to quit writing, because writers know that a part of their existence is reflected in each word they write, in each moment of pain they share with their readers, in each time they realize the meaning of life through writing, and in each moment they shed a tear!

My dear readers, it is not an easy decision to stop writing again, I stopped before for 6 or 7 years. But, my soul is no longer here, my …


A little girl was walking with her mummy when it suddenly rained. The mother looked around for a shelter while the girl ran happily and tried to hug the raindrops. The mother ordered the little girl to come under the shelter but the little girl disobeyed the order and she kept playing under the rain till her clothes were completely wet. 

Next day, the girl was sick in her bed and her mother was blaming her for disobedience. The little girl said to her mother: “Ok if rain causes cold and we are not supposed to enjoy it; then why did God create it in the first place?” The mother could not answer.

So, the little girl said: “ I’ll tell why, mummy, because God gives us choices, to enjoy raindrops and catch a cold or to find a shelter to avoid raindrops. My choice was to enjoy the rain, unlike you, and now I bear the results of my choice which I don’t regret. The problem mummy is that people forbidden the choices allowed by God. So, you may say that I disobeyed you but I did not disobey God. …