Great Minds are Young

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It’s been almost 3 long long years since I updated this blog! I, however, have been visiting it very frequently, reading all posts over and over again, remembering the great minds I had the chance to meet, teach, inspire and empower (hoping they still remember me), and fighting a growing desire to reactivate it.

In truth, I stopped writing here on purpose, and sometimes even thought of deactivating my blog, because its purpose existed no more. It was meant to celebrate the talents and skills of the great young minds I encountered when I was a teacher and lost contact with when I started my own business. It might not seem like a valid convincing reason, but this blog was never about me, it has always been about them… Without their input, their talents, their minds, and their creativity it will struggle to survive defeating its own purpose.

But despite all that, I was never able to shut it down! The emotional connection I have with it is particularly tremendous. When I’m here I feel like skimming through an old family album filled with great memories and beautiful people. Every time I talk about it or read its content I feel nostalgic, proud, happy but also sad. I miss it a lot, I miss the passion that drove me to start it, I miss the strong belief I had in the young minds, I miss the enthusiasm and creativity of those I taught and inspired me. I miss the great sense of achievement and pride I had when succeeding in making someone believe in his or her talent and potential, and eventually draw, snap, paint, write or develop something… I miss me 5 years ago.

Tonight, like a lot of other late nights at the office, I needed to disconnect from the corporate world, so I logged in here and started reading my favorite posts and visiting my students’ work. But unlike any other night, I felt an irresistible urge to write again and revive this space that has always been a safe peaceful haven to me. I felt like writing to all those I believed in and all those I will believe in. I felt like writing for myself, for them, and for nobody at all…

Tonight, I decided that I will keep visiting, start writing again and reconnect to an old me that, despite its big resemblance to the current me, fills me with a lot of peace, energy, determination and passion. All very much needed at the moment 😉

It feels great to be back… Good night, and see you soon!

Writing becomes a passionate addiction when you wholeheartedly practice it daily, a habit when you do it regularly, a sweet remedy if done occasionally, a homework if asked to be done, a skill if rarely practiced and finally a nostalgia when left behind!

After being one of my passionate addictions for quite a good time, I degraded writing to the position of “sweet remedy” and recourse I run to in most of my emotional states from desperate to heavenly joyful… The reason why I degraded it? Well, I “pretended” that I had no more time to write on a daily basis, but couldn’t help but running to it when in need to express an emotion whatsoever, for it had always been the best if not the only way I could freely and boldly express my feelings.

Once again the poor thing has been degraded and demotivated!!! It has become a nostalgia for a good month now! Why?! I don’t really have a good argument. It’s like when two people are in love but they decide to take a break for no reason whatsoever. They miss each other, they hurt, they feel nostalgic, yet they decide not to go back together! Silly, isn’t it??!!! All it takes is that one of them picks up the phone and calls the other or just shows up at the doorstep and the (irrational silly) agony shall end!

I shall pick up a pencil now!!

 

A Walk on the Beach_Nada Al Dash (Please check the link for Nada’s poem)

Nada Nasser Al Dash is a very sensitive 13-year-old Egyptian young lady, whose safe haven is found only when she makes special handcrafts, reads books and writes poems. Nada introduces herself and her poem (see link) as follows:

“I’ve been in a lot of stress, and the only way I would calm down is when I hear the ocean next to me, because to me, its whispers tell a whole different story. Poetry is my way to express my feelings, my anger, and my happiness. This is who I am. When you read this poem [A Walk on the Beach] you might think it is the ocean that makes me calm, but no! It is the love and happiness around. This is why I wrote this. No matter how sad or mad I am, I always ask love and happiness for advice, and I can hear the ocean say I will achieve. Best words I will ever hear.”

Enjoy!

My heart is rejoicing, my hopes are high

Our youth is shining, the limit is the sky! 🙂

13-year-old half Emarati half Lebanese Maryam Al Qassimi is a wise, sensitive, and proud young lady, whose poetry expresses the depth of her thoughts and the maturity of her character.

This is how she proudly and confidently introduces herself: “I am thirteen years old. I’m half Lebanese half Emarati. Music is one of my passions since it has a poetic vibe that I truly admire. Writing is also my other passion. I started writing when I was about 11 years old. Today, writing poems is a hobby that I do daily. I am also an editor of the school magazine which is a great opportunity just like this one.”

Enjoy!

Lessons

 

Of all my years so far

I learned so much

To equalize all people

Or something as such

I learned other lessons

A lot, I can say

To respect and to give

And how special it is to forgive

Yes, I might seem wise

Even if I failed a thousand tries

Life can’t be a ready go

it can’t be perfect don’t you know?

I learned to never treat people with neglect

We should all treat them with respect

Young or old, we are all a part of humanity

And experience most of tragedy

Giving world

Can’t you see the love in their eyes?

When you have all you want

And yet they’re the ones with pride

Can’t you look deep inside your heart?

When you have everything

And their lives are falling apart

If you say we could make a change

Let’s make the change today

By helping people in each and every way


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