Closing Doors

Closing Doors

۞ “Close some doors today. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they lead you nowhere.” (Paulo Coelho)

۞ “When Allah closes one door out of wisdom, He opens another door out of mercy.” (Ibn Qayyim)



When It’s Genuine, It’s Beautiful

You often hear people say they have no poetic ability simply because they’ve never done it.

I beg to disagree. The only time the above statement is true is when one thinks of poetry as an official form of writing. If poetry is a set of criteria to fulfill grammatically and structurally, then sure, OK, not everyone can do it.

But if you, like me, see poetry as anything genuine flowing from the heart, then you’re a poet. You can be a poet in words, writing, speech but also in painting, in photography, even in those beautiful acts of kindness.


One of my best friends sent me a poem she spontaneously wrote. She doesn’t usually write poems, so I was very, very honored she would choose to share this with me. I thought it was so heartfelt it deserved to be posted (with her permission, of course). I especially liked how the tone went from one of despair to one of hope and love.


Something About ME You’ll Never Know

Sometimes our heart seems to be crumbling
Each breath feels heavy
We don’t know what to do
Eyes are streaming of burning tears
Feeling so alone
No one to turn to
Everything falling apart
The world not making any sense
Mind is racing
Trying to turn back time
But time wont let me move forward
Always some painful memory creeping inside my head

I can’t see clearly
Fighting with myself
To defend another soul
But can’t find any more reasons for this to be ok
Every time I feel something is right
The sharp pain in my stomach starts ripping at my inside
The pain plunging into my heart
Feeling lost for words

Losing everything
When I had nothing

Always a stranger
Always the alien to everyone’s life
Always trying to explain myself when no one else tries to explain themselves
Yet why do I try so hard to make everyone happy
When I feel like I’m always the target

Never getting a chance to be me
But only a figment of everyone’s imagination
For once i would love to be acknowledged without some sleezy comment

I want to run into someones arms
Holding me tight and telling me everything will be ok
Having someone to rely on
Someone to empathize with me for once
And being strong for me
Holding me when I’m broken
And being patient to let me come back to my feet
Allowing me the chance to come back to reality

Knowing you’ll be by my side will only make me stronger
Someone to compliment me
Not criticize me
Knowing what makes me happy and what breaks me apart
Helping me find the balance in life
When i can’t find it
I need a rock
I need God

God won’t leave me
He will only protect me
Bless me with the right kind of people
Some may be tests
Others will be gold
They’ll shine
They’ll be kind
So wise
So strong
So courageous
And all they do will be right
I wait for the day that i will be blessed enough to know someone like that

Someone who will be mine
A Friend



There you go. As I see poetry, and as I see life… When it’s genuine, it’s beautiful.

Salam / Peace,



I was going through a past course’s notes to refresh my memory on a physics concept, when I came across this in my notebook. I don’t remember ever writing it, but it is in my handwriting, so I must’ve done it during a metro ride one day (as usual). Anyways, here it is.


You know what sort of intrigues me,
What I find is just a tiny bit cheesy?

It’s when someone asks you, in one word,
To accurately describe him or her.
Have you ever asked this?
I have in the past, yes, I confess
Then I think about it now, and how absurd it is
Feel free to disagree, it’s not my business…
See, a human being is not like a doll
In which one word, its trademark, can sum it all
You cannot expect someone to truly know you
When you yourself have no clue.
When you look to the unseen, take closer looks:
Describing you would take tens of books
If you took the time and contemplated
You would see that you are, in fact, quite complicated.
You might smile and laugh, while despairing inside
You might eagerly socialize when you just want to hide
You could act humble and noble while your ego really swells
You may look focused and concerned while your thoughts away dwell.
You might’ve once felt doubt, yet people admired you
So you convinced yourself you’re on the right path, too
You don’t try to think when they do the thinking for you
Of your own intentions, often you don’t have a clue.
Do your words portray a distant reality
That don’t quite fit your inner personality?
Or does your heart display different emotions
Than what you claim to feel as you go through the motions?
And yet we ask of others, outsiders of our souls
To put a word, a label to ourselves, that enhance our egos
So when asked to be described in one word, it’s best stated:
“You and me both… we’re complicated.”
Sometime in Year 2010-2011

Elevator Time

{Dedicated to Nada & anyone else who finds elevator silences highly irritating}

Have you ever witnessed an elevator crammed with people who were all laughing, talking, sharing jokes, and simply acting like humans with their other fellow beings?

NO?! Are you serious?! Wow, buddy, you’re missing out on life.

Just like me.

I ALWAYS wonder why it is that elevator time = awkward silence. It’s almost a compulsory and naturally expected reaction.

ImageI normally go up the staircases (escalator is too slow), but one day my oh-so-dear friend Nada and I decided to use the new metro elevators. We were about 10 people of all ages, backgrounds and life experiences standing together for 10 seconds. You’d hope it would be a life-enriching experience.

Instead, it was the worst 10 seconds of the most awkward silences ever. (I wanted to nervously giggle like a lunatic when I made eye contact with Nada, but well, we figured we’d be out in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1 seconds… *bursts out laughing*)

Now here’s my personal issue with elevator awkwardness: I do NOT think it’s natural. Human beings are social creatures. Any sociologist will tell you that. Why must we clamp down on our humanity and fervently look up at the ceiling, as if you have no idea there are 9 people all equally trying to avoid any form of contact?

Nada thoughtfully pointed out, “You know, it is a little strange to begin socializing with a stranger you’re standing way too close to– personal space boundaries are already imposed upon in a crowded elevator.”

Aha. Good one. Perhaps it might be a tad uncomfortable if you’re a single girl stuck with 9 of the world’s best-looking single men. Or the reverse. Fine, if you find yourself in one of these highly unlikely scenarios, you have every reason to pretend to be invisible.

But otherwise, which is all the time, I always have this crazy urge to loudly proclaim, “Well, wouldn’t those huddled penguins in Antarctica be proud of us right now imitating their lifestyle!”

Unfortunately, I’ve never actually embarrassed myself like that, but I do believe it would be worth it to break the ice. That is, if it doesn’t accidentally result in its hardening even more, so that the ice is so thick it’d take days and all the heat this world contains to melt…

I’m an idealist, yes, but also a realist. So maybe we can’t all be a happy family within 10 seconds inside a moving box (behold: the elevator).

But what’s wrong with sending a smile to the woman that stands across from you? With offering a piece of your chocolate to the child that just walked in with his parents, eagerly eyeing it? With giving a nod to the old man who’s joined the group?

Now, unless you’re Spiderman trying not to attract attention to yourself, there’s no logical reason why you have to try to pretend you’re invisible. Or that everyone else is.


Seriously, what’s wrong with acknowledging the presence of another human being? Why must people force themselves to suddenly become deaf, dumb and blind and pretend to be the only individual in the elevator? Dude/ dudette, I don’t mean to scare you– but you’re not alone. There are 10 other people breathing in the same oxygen that you are. Think about it– you already have a common ground!

“Hey there! I like your tie.”
“Why… thank you.”
“Yummy oxygen we’re breathing in, don’t you think?”
“Uh… yeah.” 
*blinks* “Wow! I just realized! You’re human! Like me! I never realized other people took elevators at the same time.”
“Crazy world, innit?” 
“I know. Terrifying. Hey, add me on Facebook! The name’s Frankenstein.”
“I’m ForeverAlone.”
“Not anymore you’re not!” *Hug, become best friends, happily ever after*

You see? Elevator time can even change LIVES! Alright, fine, that mini passage made no sense right there, but you get my point:

Elevator silences are awkward. And they really shouldn’t be. It’s up to you to break the ice. (Penguin references are not necessarily guaranteed to work, so find your own style.)

Have a wonderful day, and don’t forget to smile in those moving boxes! 🙂

Peace out,