Principles

In my opinion, people can be categorized according to their beliefs… No matter whether these beliefs are right or wrong based on my personal judgment… they just have something to believe in, to be guided by and to act accordingly… I always thought it was easy to preserve what we believe in even if this sometimes hurts us… I couldn’t imagine there can be compromises in values… I thought that concessions are weaknesses and I used to disrespect people who commit such a mistake… till I joined this group… Yes, for the first time in my life, I am really regretting something I did… Why now? Because it was the first time that I throw away one of my Principles, one of the basics that I should have stuck to… And I promise myself it will never happen again… it was the first and will be the last time.

Mena Mostafa

Scarecrow

He used to stand under the sun… and under the rain… sometimes in the darkness… and sometimes facing the storms… scaring birds… fearing dogs… and fighting the wind while tied in the same place… Most of the times, he was made of wood… always wearing funny clothes… There were many of him in the same field… He was only there to make life easier for other people… Facing all the troubles and carrying all the burdens… Guarding the crops and defending the place… When he becomes old… he gets thrown away and gets easily… replaced… He has the virtual power of controlling the field and the birds… but in fact his supremacy is nothing but a… fantasy… They used to call him the Scarecrow, though… deep inside himself he wasn’t… He was just another powerless mindless empty headed and hopeless executer.

Mena Mostafa

Nice To Talk To

Some people talk… some others listen… Some people say… and some others understand… Some people refer to others because they find their shelters in them… Some need protection... and others provide it for them… Sometimes, these others get misunderstood because of being too much caring and supportive… Their care becomes like a knife in their souls… It is usual that after a while they become ignored… abandoned and then… forgotten… Although they sometimes do all what they can and maybe give all what they have only to help and to be there when needed… they always get hurt just because they are Nice To Talk To... They do their best just to lose… Then they learn to live with the tears they are left with.

“I've learned that no matter how good a friend someone is, they're going to hurt you every once in awhile and you must forgive them for that”, unknown author

Mena Mostafa