raindrops and you.

Sweet raindrops
coloured red
falling slowly
blurring my sight,
colouring my ideas,
increasing the noise
in my head.

I used to count
on you,
to free me
from raindrops,
that turn blue
the moment
they touch my mind,
leaving me
feeling blue.

But you are no
longer here...
and red is
a slow colour.

Human 101.

You disgust me

With your mysterious stance

Your fake being

Your fake hair

Your fake smile

Your fake friendships

Based on lies.

You disgust me

With your shallow mind

Your superficial thoughts

Your attitude that craves for attention

Your ego that yells to be seen, heard and touched.

Your behavior makes me sick

I can’t believe I was too close to calling you a friend

I can’t believe we almost got along

Then again, I was in a state of oblivion

I craved for attention

I craved for freedom

I craved for that which I didn’t have

Now that I am at peace with myself

I decided to move on

Your time will come to grow up too

I think

I hope

No actually, I don’t hope

I want nothing to do with you anymore.

Full stop.

photos by: Once upon a time*

I was told I should post this.

Below is an article published today online about the freelance project I am working on: Promoting Gender Equality Among Youths in Lebanon Using Photovoice.
I was really pleased when I read this article today. It is rewarding that local media puts an effort to disseminate creative work conducted by the local civil society!

مشروع "تمكين المرأة" يطلق انشطة "صوت الصورة" في 20 قرية وبلدة

يطلق مشروع "تمكين المرأة: العمل السلمي للأمن والاستقرار" أنشطة "صوت الصورة" في 20 قرية وبلدة يعمل بها المشروع، تحضيرا لليوم العالمي للمرأة في 8 آذار المقبل.
ويهدف النشاط الى "تدريب شبان وشابات من البلدات المستهدفة على تقنية التصوير وكيفية استخدام الصورة للتعبير عن احاسيسهم وآرائهم حول المساواة والعدالة الجندرية والتمييز وربط هذه الآراء بالواقع الذي يعيشون فيه".
وسيقام معرض للصور الناتجة عن هذا النشاط خلال الاسبوع الأول من آذار في حضور المصورين والمصورات الشبان واللجان النسائية وممثلين عن البلديات في المناطق وجمعيات المجتمع المدني والمنظمات الدولية.
وبدأ النشاط الاسبوع الفائت في مدينة بنت جبيل وبلدات الكفير ودير ميماس وعين حرشا وبيت لهيا وبكيفا وتنورة والعقبة، بمشاركة ممثلات عن اللجان النسائية للمشروع.
ونظم مشروع "تمكين المرأة: العمل السلمي للأمن والاستقرار" السبت الماضي "لقاء توعية عن آلام الظهر عند المرأة في بلدة القنطرة العكارية بمشاركة الدكتورة جنان اسطا والأخصائية الفيزيائية فرح صادق. تبعت المحاضرة حلقة حوار وأسئلة.
وفي سبعل في الشمال نظم المشروع السبت الماضي ايضا لقاء عرض فيه اتفاقية "القضاء على جميع أشكال التمييز ضد المرأة" وشريطا مصورا يحمل عنوان "المرأة العربية والنزاعات المسلحة". لخصت خلاله المديرة التنفيذية للهيئة الوطنية لشؤون المرأة اللبنانية، جمانة مفرج، نص الاتفاقية والتحفظات التي قدمها لبنان، وركزت على "أهمية الوعي بالقوانين المعدلة لتفعيل تطبيقها".

originally posted on: http://www.lebanonfiles.com/news_desc.php?id=77698

the.smell.of.sex.

The sweet smell of Sex
Enters through every hole in my body
Right through my soul
And the feeling I get
Of tranquility and euphoria
Puts my body in a state of trance
Until you are gone
And then all I have left
Is a mere repulsive smell of Sex

Question.

Osho asked: "Is there life after sex?"

I asked: "Is there life before sex?"

soukout*

I came to work today, deciding to keep silent. I spoke no words, for four hours. It is interesting how people look at you when you are silent. When they talk and you just nod, or smile. And in their minds they go like “what is wrong with me? Why is she not talking to me? What have I done? … or maybe she is the freak!” I could read those thoughts; in their eyes, in their smiles and insecure gazes.

I do not do this to be special.

I do not do this to draw attention to me.

Attention is there.

I am not.

I choose to live in a world of silence … a world in which no one exists but me. No thoughts can be heard but my own. No explanations have to be given. No excuses are necessary. Living in my own mind; with my own thoughts. Looking at people through the eyes of silence. Breaking the wall of words with my stare. Not caring what they think or how they react.

I deleted all the senses.

And then, you stop feeling.

I have been having these thoughts lately – about masks and mirrors – about humans, and our abilities to hide from who we are – about our need to hide from who we are – because in reality, who we are is cruel – who we are is greedy – who we are is evil – And so, we put on the mask of beauty – we hide from mirrors – we avoid mirrors – mirrors that show our inner self – and who else can show you your inner self but the other – and then, you start running away from the other – or pushing the other away.

We put on the mask… of ignorance – we live in denial – we give ourselves reasons to celebrate atrocities – but why do we hide? – how long will we hide? – what are we afraid of? – is denial the only way out? – is escaping the only way out?

Why do we always stick to the illusion of reality and never get even close to reality itself?

Parable:

The world was created, and God was sending everyday new things to the world. One day he sent Beauty and Ugliness to the world. It is a long journey from paradise to the earth – the moment they arrived it was early morning, the sun was just rising. They landed near a lake and both decided to have a bath because their bodies, their clothes, were so full of dust.

Not knowing the ways of the world – they are so new – they take their clothes off; utterly naked, they jump into the cool water of the lake. The sun is rising, people start coming. Ugliness plays a tick – when Beauty goes swimming far away into the lake, Ugliness comes up on the bank, puts the garments of Beauty, and escapes. By the time Beauty becomes aware that “People are arriving and I am naked”, and she looks around … her clothes are gone! Ugliness is gone and Beauty is standing naked in the sun, and the crowd is coming closer. Finding no other way, she puts on the clothes of Ugliness and goes in search for Ugliness so that the clothes can be changed.

The story says she is still looking…but Ugliness is cunning, and goes on escaping. Ugliness is still in the clothes of Beauty, masked as Beauty, and Beauty is moving in the clothes of Ugliness …

well ...

Do you ever dream of escaping?

Sin's keeper

People confide in me there deepest secrets
Their darkest sins
Their most perverted fantasies
Their sickest behaviors

And I lay here …
In my mind
Waiting for the day
When I will confide in you
Their darkest sins
Their most perverted fantasies
Their sickest behaviors

My mind can tolerate no more …
It is out of space
It is out of colors
It is striped with agony, misery, envy … mental and bodily distractions.
Sickness.
Deception.
Perversion.
Illusions.

… Seeking solace
Wanting no more … to be the sins’ keeper


Photo by: *Once upon a time.

Another great one by *Once upon a time...