Resuscitation


(Back to Life After an especially long and exhausting drive or flight, a grueling week at work, or a mind-numbing exam period — what’s the one thing you do to feel human again?) Feel human again? That's new. Post exam/stress condition: My right hand is numb, pains all over the arm. Writing so much has … Continue reading Resuscitation

Age is


(DAILY PROMPT Age-Old Questions “Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage. But is it a number you care about, or one you tend (or try) to ignore?) I'm a twenty years old kid. Yes I still am a kid. Just because I crossed the threshold of eighteen doesn't change it. Neither does the … Continue reading Age is

Turning Tides


Ever had a day where things go bad? Definitely you must have. And I want you to look back on that day, and see if you agree with me. That a chain of bad things, like everything else, do come to an end. I haven't written for a while. I had some dull couple of … Continue reading Turning Tides

Each one is a world


I had to reblog this

View from the donkey's saddle

7:34pm

We were sitting at Lincoln Park in West Seattle, with a handful of friends who had gathered for a picnic potluck, awaiting others who would be joining us shortly.

A Facebook message came through on my Smartphone from my friend Yousef Munayyer.

Hey Jen, just saw some news about a young man from the Shurrab family in khan yunis being the latest victim, Name is Tayseer. Have you heard from Amer recently?

Amer Shurrab was, as a matter of fact, sitting across the picnic table from me at that very moment.  He  had come for a few day visit from Monterrey, where he is finishing his MBA. Though we had planned the visit weeks before the shit hit the fan in Gaza, the timing of it felt oddly right. I think it felt somewhat comforting to Amer to be surrounded by people who had some notion of what he…

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Bailey


For the dog I never met, yet I know him profoundly- Bailey

The Byronic Man

When I found Bailey at the pound, he was so malnourished that the Humane Society mis-identified him as a hound dog – just a depressed pile of bones and droopy skin. He could only walk about 15 feet at a time before he’d need to stop and rest for a moment.

Then, as we fed him and exercised him he grew. And grew. I went from being able to pick him up and put him in the back of the car to, well, having to just swear at him helplessly if he didn’t feel like getting in. This was 12 years ago. He’d eventually get to about 150 pounds, almost no fat. His dog bed was a twin mattress.

He was never an easy dog. Not even the rosiest of glasses could paint that image. He was protective and bad with strangers and would shed baffling amounts. More than once…

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Good Day(50th post!)


Now a friend of mine told me to start writing good things, repining that I always write things that upset me. Looking back I know that it maybe true. I mean for the last couple of posts I have written about my internship and what all I realized after it, my bad exams(shit results are … Continue reading Good Day(50th post!)

Intense Compulsion


This time I don't know how to start. Where to start. Ever did the one thing that made you really angry? You are so angry that you feel like quashing things around to pulp. I know that feeling. I am feeling it now. I am angry. Because people have a tendency to shout at me. … Continue reading Intense Compulsion

This Story Of A Dog’s Last Day On Earth Is Beautiful And Utterly Heartbreaking


Posts like these melts your heart

Kindness Blog

I Died Today. By Duke Roberts.

I Died Today. By Duke Roberts.
 

And I ate a lot of hamburgers. We had a party.

And I laughed.

And I laughed.
 

And I thought about how much I’m going to miss it here.

And I thought about how much I’m going to miss it here.
 

We told jokes.

We told jokes.
 

We were serious.

We were serious.
 

My friends from next door came to see me. They’re twins. When someone offered them one of my hamburgers, one said, “No thank you. I don’t want to take any from Dukey.”

My friends from next door came to see me. They’re twins. When someone offered them one of my hamburgers, one said, “No thank you. I don’t want to take any from Dukey."
 

Kristen came to see me. She’s a hoot. She’s my groomer. And my buddy.

Kristen came to see me. She’s a hoot. She’s my groomer. And my buddy.
 

While we were waiting for the vet to come, Kristen said we were going for a walk. Then someone said, “How about a play in the water at the splash park down the street?” So off we went!

While we were waiting for the vet to come, Kristen said we were going for a walk. Then someone said, “How about a play in the water at the splash park down the street?” So off we went!
 

“You know I’m going to miss you, right?”

 

“And you too, right?”

“And you too, right?”
 

“I need you to help me…

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Verge Of Ending


For the past couple of days I was feeling this way. But I couldn't put a finger on what exactly I was feeling. Thanks to Louise's blog post I understood it properly. I am approaching the end of my internship. Four weeks are almost done, few days left. And although I learned a lot this … Continue reading Verge Of Ending

Cord Struck : Are We Listening?


Daily prompt ( Strike a Chord Do you play an instrument? Is there a musical instrument whose sound you find particularly pleasing? Tell us a story about your experience or relationship with an instrument of your choice.) Rains splashing, Thunder growling, Lightening flashing. Some place: Waves crashing, Winds whistling. Some days: Birds chirping, Dogs growling, … Continue reading Cord Struck : Are We Listening?

Insignia


The way he keeps writing I will soon reblog all Hus poems!

Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything

Clock chimes eight
I am certainly late
moment is gone
Left all alone
in a large crowd
Just on my own
No one to talk
No one to phone
Long walk to nowhere
Heartache prone
Excluded, a leper
large tumour grown
Keep vultures at bay
pure grit shown
wasted beautiful moments
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Back in the queue


Daily Prompt ( Back of the Queue Is there something you’ve always wanted to do, but never got around to starting (an activity, a hobby, or anything else, really)? Tell us about it — and tell us about what’s keeping you from doing it.) I try. I so try! When I do something, something I … Continue reading Back in the queue