For the second time this year, I found myself crying on an airplane- something I really should stop doing. This time, it wasn’t because a sense of relief had finally washed over me after what seemed like one obstacle after the other. No, this time it was because the airplane had begun its descent to…
Tag: Thoughts
Amsterdam, I Was Wrong About You
I have to be very honest here: I had been trash-talking Amsterdam for the better part of the past five years. Whenever I was asked to give my opinion on the city, I would always reply that it didn’t captivate me quite as much as Maastricht or Den Haag. I would always claim that the…
This Blog Will Never Be Popular- And I Don’t Really Care
A short while ago, I wrote a post expressing my frustration at how the blogging scene in Lebanon has really taken a turn for the worst, with the so-called influencers dominating the scene with their hyper-stylized photos and their horrible take on the English language. Of course, the content is abysmal to say the least….
Writing About Ahmad
Writing can be hard. And writing about relationships can be even harder, as I’ve learned in the past few days when I attempted a piece only to stop mid-sentence and shut off my laptop completely. Or maybe I was too focused on whatever we had on Netflix to continue my train of thoughts. You see,…
“Forever Brides”
It’s hard for me to believe that Ahmad and I will be celebrating our second wedding anniversary in a little over a month- where has the time gone? Sometimes, a picture or a post from this blog will re-appear and send me down memory lane, and depending on how I’m feeling that day, I’ll either…
Running Away From It All
Read any article about running, and you’re bound to find all the advantages listed within the first paragraph or two. And I’ll admit, they drew me in at first: the health benefits, the new companions, the opportunity to see Beirut from a different perspective. But those factors were so immediate, I feared that once their effect…
Afternoons With Teta
She reaches into the cabinet behind her and pulls out two wafer bars, one for me and one for my sister. “There you go,” she says with a smile. “Thank you teta,” we reply in unison. “But teta, you know I’m trying to watch my snacking,” I add. “Never mind, keep it. You’ll have something…
Bloggers, You’re Doing It Wrong
You may have noticed that I’ve taken extended hiatuses recently. I’ve left this blog without new content for months on end, despite having plenty to share. The main reason? I don’t like going online as much as I used to. As a writer, I have always been grateful that the internet has given me a…
Everybody’s Changing- And I’m Still The Same
On the eve of my 20th birthday, I jokingly told a friend who had messaged me with good wishes that this was going to be the “no pressure but you have to hit all the milestones decade.” By my 30th birthday, I went on, and according to the prevalent standards and expectations of what I…
A Non-Fashionista Goes To A Beauty Convention
I have to admit: I was intrigued by the idea of JamaloukiCon. For the better part of the past week, advertisements for this beauty convention kept popping up on all my social media platforms and on billboards around Beirut. Now, I’ve never really been that fascinated by fashion or the latest trends. I can’t recall…
Beyond Beirut 