To me December is the month of love and warmth, beauty and self reflecting. I am the kind of person that loves simplicity, whether in conversation or in the way of living, so I like to surround myself with simple yet creative minds with whom I can talk about anything and everything. December, the coldest yet warmest month of the year. December means long and dark cold nights on the outside yet warm and cozy on the inside. It's the most misjudged and misunderstood month of the year. It's cold and gloomy and it certainly gives away a sad vibe, but it's a month where you can just sit in your room and reflect about how another year has passed and how another one is about to come. Whenever December comes I feel the urge to cry my heart out and purify it to welcome a new year. Since I was a child, I always believed that I'll become a doctor since the only thing that makes me happy is helping others and saving lives. Sadly that dream has somehow been marginalised by other irrelevant thoughts that others planted in my mind and that I didn't have the courage to refuse. We simply can't all have our Grey's anatomy fantasy come true; can we? On my 18th birthday I met a person that turned out to be the decision maker of my entire life. Because of that person, I took the risk and chose a field that now I regret more than anything else in my life.
All these thoughts come to my mind on every December's lonely night. How much I respect that person will never change though I'm having a hard time because of him-since it was my choice and not his- but I had to blame someone else besides myself to feel better. He's a soul I don't regret knowing. I hate going through the IFS but; if I had the chance to turn back time I'd confess, I'd be more honest and maybe I'd choose a different path.
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It took me nearly a year to complete my adventure's whereabouts, well here it is. Day 2, our second day in the beautiful Sti Fadma began with a traditional Moroccan breakfast: Chfenj (Moroccan donuts), Msemmen and Atay (Tea) The reason we visited Sti Fadma in the first place was because we wanted to experience the beauty of the cascades as well as climbing mountains (or at least try) ^_^! All kids are unique in a certain way, and while everyone was admiring the beauty of the scenery, I noticed these two little kids that past by me. The first one (on the left) sat there playing with his wooden stick doing nothing but staring at people smiling and laughing. He sat there for a while guarding sandals (on his right) I can't recall if they were his family's or someone left them for him to guard. He was so quite and peaceful that a simple picture of his back can easily describe him fully. As for the second child (on the right), well he was pretty much the happiest to be there. He came with his mum and dad and never left their sight. It was super cold that day but he never declined his father's wish to see him swim. He swam in the cold water, came back to describe how the water was, then got his father to join him and went immediatly back to the water looking all happy and exited to be able to share this experience with his dad. You can easily guess that it was super crowded that day. And even with that happening! I managed to get a swim. The water was freezing cold and no one seemed to mind. Women, men, children to old people; everyone was enjoying the moment. It rained a bit, got cold then sunny again but nobody left the water. It was a moment of happiness. On our way down from the mountains, we saw this store that sells traditional jewelries and accessories. He had traditional Moroccan Amazigh clothes and my aunt asked him if we could try them on. He accepted and upon seeing us 2 women (I'll call them W1 and W2) and a girl decided to join us and try the clothes as well. While waiting for the W1 to get dressed my aunt, the W2, the girl and me took the Bendirs and Nwakess and started playing some music. It was crazy. Tourists started taking pictures and videos of us playing, dancing and singing. It was a moment of pure spontaneity that ended with a passing friendship and a wonderfull memory. After taking a nap, we went outside to take a walk and take a look and the village. On the road we met these lovely little munchkins who didn't seem to mind neither the airless, destroyed football nor the cars passing by. They played with the destroyed ball and stoped whenever a car passed by them. They were so happy running around and following the ball while arguing on who scored and who did nothing. I loved the scene it made me feel thankfull and at the same time it made me wish I were a kid all over again, with no worries. They were spontaneous with all their actions. It was beautiful how all that mattered to them was having a football (though completly destroyed) and having someone to play with. They were together and that was all that mattered. There was something about this trip that made us bond like we never did before - my aunt and me -
I recommend this destination to anyone that simply wants to have some quality time with their family. It's not fancy nor extravagant, and it's definetly not expensive either. A simple trip of 3 days and 2 nights for those that didn't have time to plan a luxurious holiday. I enjoyed every moment I spent there to the fullest, it was wonderful. Thanks for allowing me to share this experience. Slow slow sunday. I was exhausted by the tiresome sunday and as per usual at 10pm I decided to watch a chinese movie. As I said before I like to watch heartwarming slow movies every sunday and this week is no exeption. Tonight's movie was no other than: Hear me. I watched alone as I was in bed, well a moskito kept me company as she seemed to like Eddie's hair. The movie was so quit and that; was exactly what I needed. It's practically all shot with the actors using sign language to communicate. I oved the simplicity of the movie and not in one moment I was bored. There were so many funny scenes and the one that stood out was the one where he had a tree costume on and tried to move but couldn't it was so funny and also when he invited her over to meet his parents' and they tried to communicate with her. It was a fun movie to watch, it also shows that one does not necessarily need words to understand one's heart and true feelings. I loved how the movie carried me and the night away with its slow yet heartwarming scenes and dialogue that made me realise that speaking the words out loud does not necessarily mean I will understand them fully. The way I understood the director's intention throughout this movie made me feel joy and happiness.
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