“Life is what you make of it,” is what they say. Also, “Hold your head up high,” “Never Give Up,” and countless more motivational quotes can be found online.
When I check my Twitter or Instagram pages in the morning, I notice and read all of the motivating quotes my friends and fans have on their sites. Do they actually live by these quotes, I wonder? Or, do many people just post a quote or meme because it sounds good? I will never know, because we each have our own motivations. (more…)
“Rimaaaaaa! Where did all the toilet paper go?!” my mother would often yell in frustration.
Like most young girls, I dreamed of my wedding day.
I would combine streams of toilet paper and stick them into the waistband of my pants to make a long train, as if I were Princess Diana on her wedding day. (more…)
This morning I went for a jog and stopped by a tree to stretch. Across the street was an elementary school playground filled with kids in high spirits. One young girl in particular caught my eye. She had curly black hair, a sweater that is too large on her, and an addicting enthusiastic smile. As she ran around playing tag with her friends, I wondered if my future daughter, God willing, would look like her. Then, I realized that the little girl was the memory of me. When I attended elementary school, P.S. 69, in Jackson Heights, Queens, life seemed so simple and safe compared to the constant threats of war I had left behind.
I woke up this morning in Southern California to the sound of raindrops. There is something about a rainy day that gives me the feeling of being a little girl, once again.
As a child, in Lebanon, we often had to run and hide from the destructive powers of the war. That was what we had to do to survive. As an adult, I never understood why people run and hide from something as simple as rain. It’s only water!