The Faces We Never See

The face of weakness behind each degrading word. The face of ignorance behind each act of cruelty. The face of strength behind the tears. The face of insecurity behind determination. The face of failure behind each success. The face of loss behind each smile. The sparkling face of hope behind each shadow. ©ZeinaA.G

Burdens

Burdens: They will never change or stop coming your way, but you can lay them aside. Put them to rest until their time comes to float away. ©ZeinaA.G

Runner Up for Stevie Turner’s Short story contest.”Price of Beauty”

Thank you, Stevie, for this wonderful opportunity and of course congrats to the winner.   https://steviet3.wordpress.com/2018/11/28/share-your-short-story-winner-and-runner-up/comment-page-1/#comment-14850 Orange rays eloquently sink between the clouds as I dip my feet into the sand. I raise my arms above my head and let the light breeze pass through the space between them. I stroll down the same shores…

The Box

For once, she wished nobody would belittle her happiness. She wished her ambitions wouldn’t be defined by what others thought of them. So she gathered all these small magical moments and packed them away in a box.  Soon enough the boxes started to pile up and she learned how to use them.      …

Birthday Wish.

Hi everyone, I am excited to share something that happened on Monday evening. During a live instagram session, I wrote to Jennifer Love Hewitt that it was my Birthday last Friday and this was her reaction… I really love this ♥

Labels

You labeled her, placed her in a tiny corner so she won’t make a scene. You ignored her and made her dreams look so small.  You made her believe that accepting where she was and doing nothing was the key. However, from that little corner, she discovered her passion and outgrew you. ©ZeinaA.G

Pure Heart

At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if you haven’t found your way yet. What matters is that you discover something new. A discovery that touches your soul, questions your faith until it breaks down some walls. What matters the most is that your heart remains pure even if it means standing out…

Survival

 The burden was incredibly heavy and her heart whispered, “I can’t do this anymore…I can’t get through another day…This is useless I can never survive this burden and heartache.” Her mind tried its best to see this new day. So she rationally took it one step at a time, one breath at a time sincerely…

Peace

“Nobody is going to be your hero,” keeps echoing through your mind as you recall your misfortunes. You look around you and see everyone matching, nobody talks about their feelings they are on auto-pilot. During moments of weakness, it makes you wonder if you should change to match your surroundings. It can feel like you…