Wej.A 🪷

I wanna go home, but home was never made of walls. It was the way you said my name like it belonged somewhere soft. It was your hands finding mine in a world that never stayed still. It was the silence between us that somehow said everything. Now everyone asks why I look lost, but how do I explain that the place I ache for was a person? You were the only roof that kept the rain out of me. The only light left on when every part of life went dark. I could wander through a thousand cities and sti...

c'est la vie ...

She sat on the edge of her bed with a notebook open in her lap, the room dim and quiet except for the sound of pages turning. To anyone passing by it would have looked ordinary. Just a girl writing. But the notebook held more of her than anyone ever had. Writing was the only thing that kept her going. It became the place where she could exist without apology, without feeling like she was too much, or wasn't worth enough. On paper, she didn't have to smile when she was hurting. She didn't have t...

In the book store looking at the classical books, and in the coffee shop sharing a drink while you tell me how excited you are for the next big journey in your life. Down the street where you used to drop me off at home, hugging me so tight as if it was the last time I was gonna see you, holding onto me a little longer before letting go. At the basketball court where you taught me something that means so much to you, and I watched the way your eyes lit up talking about it Under the tree where...

The feeling was surreal. I still remember it like it was yesterday. Sitting between little hills under a big, beautiful tree, the sun shining down on us as if it were watching us fall in love. Two kids, innocent and full of wonder, getting lost in each other’s eyes like nothing else in the world existed. In that moment, time itself seemed to stop, holding its breath just for us. The world around us grew quiet, and all the noise of life disappeared into the distance. It was only you and me, sitti...

How do I love a soul other than yours? The soul I once believed was written beside mine long before we ever met. The person who was meant to be my forever, my home, my safe place in a world that so often felt uncertain. How do I teach my heart to beat for someone else when it learned its rhythm from you? The sound of your heartbeat beneath my ear was once the closest thing I knew to peace, a steady beat that made everything around us disappear. It felt like life itself was humming through you an...

Living life, but not living life. ...

More and more I realize how much I love him, and it’s never been about the superficial things. It’s about that soft, calm feeling I get when I’m with him, the way my heart feels at home without needing to try. It’s in the way I watch him talk about something he’s passionate about, and how his eyes light up and his voice changes like the world fades away and everything that exists is what he loves. It’s in the quiet moments, when he shares stories from his childhood, pieces of himself he felt saf...

Today I realized something that felt heavy, but honest. It became clear to me that we no longer appreciate people for the quiet qualities that make them who they are. Kindness, gentleness, patience, loyalty — these things used to mean something. They were once the foundation of how we saw someone’s worth. But now, it feels like we focus more on popularity, success, status, and image. We notice people only when others are already looking at them. It’s like we don’t know how to value someone duri...

It’s been awhile since I’ve written. And today, I don’t want to write about the noise of the world, the wars, the chaos, the endless scrolling distractions. I want to write about something quieter The way our own minds turn against us. How we sabotage ourselves without even realizing it. How insecurities creep in like shadows, whispering you’re not good enough. You’re not beautiful enough. You’ll never be enough. And when we believe those whispers, the weight sits on our chest. We feel defeate...

How can anyone truly describe something as unique as the human experience. It is something that binds us all together in ways both visible and unseen, a thread weaving through our lives that connects each of us in a deeply personal yet universal way. It is a shared journey, filled with moments that are as fleeting as they are powerful, moments that shape who we are and how we see the world. To share a smile, to share laughter, to share tears and sorrows, there is something extraordinary about th...

The people of Gaza are enduring a catastrophe that defies words. Nearly 500,000 souls face the merciless grip of starvation, disease, and relentless violence. Among them, over 71,000 children under the age of five stand on the brink of death, victims of acute malnutrition that steals their childhoods and crushes their futures. This is not just a humanitarian crisis; it is a profound human tragedy unfolding before the world’s eyes. This report sheds light on the devastating facts, personal testim...

I recently watched a short clip by Dr. Omar Suleiman regarding the genocide and ethnic cleansing of Gaza and Palestine. One thing he said that truly stuck with me was, “We only become advocates when we become victims.” This line carries so much weight because it reflects an uncomfortable truth about humanity, one that many of us are guilty of, whether we realize it or not. As human beings, we naturally avoid uncomfortable conversations, especially when they do not seem to affect us directly. We...

The past few weeks I’ve learned a lot. A lot about myself, and a lot about those who are closest to me. I realized that all of us are so different, yet in some strange way, we are the same. I learned that words have impact just as much as actions do. And I learned that growing into the person you aspire to be takes time, sacrifice, and sometimes, pain. I always think growth is something simple. I used to believe that one day I’d wake up and magically be healed from every hurt, every disappointm...

I’ve come to realize that I’m a deeply sensitive person. I feel every word, every action, and every intention so intensely. If I’m being truly honest, sometimes I wish I wasn’t this sensitive. I end up hurting my own feelings and often feel misunderstood. When I try to express how I feel, it’s already difficult to put it into words, and it becomes even harder when others don’t know how to simply comfort me or remind me that my emotions are valid. I just want to feel like I’m enough for someone w...

All of us, myself included, like to believe that tomorrow is guaranteed. We wake up and go about our lives as if time is something we control, as if we can hold onto it and stretch it as long as we please. But the truth is, tomorrow is never promised. It is not something we own or something we are owed. Life is fragile, unpredictable, and fleeting, and that is exactly why we must live each day with intention and meaning. We must love deeply and wholeheartedly, not just when it is convenient, bu...

There has been an ongoing debate about whether or not women leaning into their feminine side leads to greater happiness. This topic has sparked a lot of controversy among women. Some argue that promoting femininity reinforces harmful gender stereotypes that keep women confined to traditional roles. Others believe that embracing femininity is a powerful act of self-awareness that can bring emotional balance, mental clarity, and deeper personal fulfillment. Looking at this issue from a scientific...

ROUTINE! ROUTINE! ROUTINE! I cannot express enough how important it is for every individual to have a solid and meaningful daily routine. A routine that not only guides you through the hours of your day, but also fills you with a sense of purpose and leaves you feeling accomplished and fulfilled by the time your head hits the pillow at night. A routine that makes you excited to wake up and do it all over again the next day. Too often, when people hear the word "routine," they associate it with b...

Experiences are an inseparable part of life. They shape us, mold us, break us, and rebuild us. They can create in us a sense of strength that withstands the harshest winds or leave us questioning who we truly are. Every moment we live, every joy we embrace, and every sorrow we endure contributes to the person we become. There is no escaping this. From the moment we enter this world, we are met with challenges and tests, and while some are harder than others, hardship does not discriminate. No on...

I first moved to Canada when I was four. I was really young and barely remembered much of my home country, Libya. What I do remember is that I didn’t know how to speak English, and I didn’t understand the “norms” of a white society, especially here in Alberta. Growing up, I always tried to fit in with the other kids. I went to a Catholic school for most of my education. While it never changed my beliefs about Islam and being Muslim, it did allow me to gain knowledge and better understand the sim...

“O humankind have consciousness of your Loving-Sustainer,[i]who created you from a single nafs(soul) and created from it her zawj (mate) and dispersed from both many men and women. And have God Consciousness, through whom you ask one another, and the wombs. Certainly, God is ever, over you, an Observer.” Quran 4:1 Surah An-Nisa How beautiful is it that Allah created us in pairs, out of one soul. A soul that was once split apart soon to find its way back to each other. The concept of soulma...

My idea of a goal is something far deeper than just a dream or a desire. It is a commitment, a silent promise you make to yourself that no matter how hard things get, you won’t give up. A goal is something you carry with you every single day. It’s the reason you wake up in the morning with purpose, the reason you stay up late at night working when no one is watching. It becomes a part of you, something that lives in your mind and your heart, pushing you to keep going even when you feel like brea...

"I love you" a word so deep, a word that oftentimes doesn't come out of my mouth anymore. Not to anyone. But with you it feels different. When you look into my eyes and tell me you love me. It feels real. I hope it is. When I say it back know that I mean it with all my heart because for me love has always been hard, but with you its not. To love you feels easy and natural and I never want to stop loving you. I want to love all of you. The happy the broken the hurt the lost I want to love you bec...

"Don't ever let someone tell you that you can't do something. Not even me. All right? If you have a dream, you have to protect it." Christopher Gardner ...

Motherhood, something so beautiful. To create life. To bring life into this world. How beautiful is it to have the blessing to one day become a mother. To become a mother in a world where motherhood is often overlooked. Where often times it's hard, physically, and mentally. This instinct of motherhood feels so deeply rooted in me. The thought of loving the ones i bring into this world with my future partner makes me so happy. Happy because it is a blessing many do not get. A blessing to create...

Forgiveness, as I’ve come to understand, is not a singular act, but a series of silent conversations with ourselves. It is reliving the pain, not to dwell in it, but to understand its roots. It is choosing, day by day, to loosen the grip that memory holds around our hearts. But that choice does not come easy. In fact, it rarely comes without a battle — a war between the desire for peace and the instinct for protection. We are often told that forgiveness is strength, that it shows maturity, and ...

I can’t believe how lucky I am— to have you in my life. Someone who truly sees me, who cares for me, who makes my heart laugh and turns my tears into giggles. You take my darkest nights and paint them in shades of dawn. Your smile— it brings light to the entire world. And when I look into your eyes, they sparkle like tiny stars in a beautiful night sky. I used to pray under heavy skies, asking for a sign, a soul who’d understand the way I break, the way I hope, the way I hold love like fragile...

I dream one day that I become the person I want to be. The person people can lean on when the world feels too heavy, When the silence in their chest is louder than any scream, When their smile cracks beneath the weight of everything they never said. I want to be the shoulder that holds them together, The hands that never shake when holding someone else's pain. The person people can talk to when they have no one else, Not because I have all the answers, But because I know how to listen without t...

It’s strange, isn’t it? How you can fall for the same person more than once. I don’t know when exactly it happened—but somewhere between your laugh and the way you look at me like I matter, I fell for you all over again. And this time, deeper than before. There’s something about you that brings out a part of me I never knew existed. A softness. A fierceness. A desire to protect you from anything that could ever bring harm to your heart. If I could, I would wrap the world in safety just for you...

I think about how I can bring happiness to the one who fills my life with light. How I can return even a fraction of the joy and warmth you have given me. I wonder how I can make your days softer, your burdens lighter, and your heart as carefree as it was in childhood—when laughter was effortless, and worries were fleeting. I want to be the reason your eyes sparkle with excitement, the reason your soul feels at peace, the reason you find comfort in the simplest of moments. I think about the fir...