Visit

I was waiting for this week end since last week… I was really exhausted and in brutal need for some rest… though, they woke me up very early… we had to pay someone a Visit… a sudden Visit… The wind was blowing our veils… but it was nice and delicate… silence was dominating… only some tears… fears and little or no words… We always get ready for happy moments… and we waste a lot of time preparing for them and gathering people to share with us… as for today there were many people… only invited this morning… there was no time to get ready… but we were all there… We all know that this Visit is un-avoidable for each and every one of us… but we rarely prepare for it… and most of the times it surprises us… I am wondering how such a day will be for me…

Mena Mostafa

Nightmare

I was driving my car… looping in the road… taking u-turns to re-walk in the same streets… this was common for me… I am used to do so almost every day… either with my car or on my legs… But these days, it is pretty different… the streets are no more the same… I was feeling that cars passing near me were from another world… or maybe it was me… am not sure… their lights seemed to be blurring… I couldn’t differentiate between them… I couldn’t hear any of the street’s sounds… I felt I was flying although I was sure my feet were on the ground… I was staring at them… I wanted to open my window to touch them… but I felt they were very far away… every time I look at any of them it just continues its way as if it didn’t notice my presence… it looked they were racing each other to get away from me… my eyes were fixed on the speed meter for a while… but I couldn’t understand… All I know is that it’s a Nightmare… and I know it’ll end soon.

Mena Mostafa

Hard Times

"She robbed the piece of bread from her hands… she was really hungry and in need for this small piece… it was all she had in this world… this cruel world… She stabbed her heart with a knife… her little heart full of bitter emotions"… She stood in the darkness thinking about this awful scenario which she couldn’t bear… she wasn’t a thief nor a killer… but she was put in this situation… a situation where she had to decide… she never thought about harming a person… and now maybe she has to do so to “save” someone else… She wasn’t of this type… she was weaker… She was thinking about the right and wrong… confused between priorities… and praying to get out from this darkness of thoughts and feelings… She was really wondering about the situation she was facing… and she decided to get out from this agony of conscious… she decided to pass the Hard Times and to remain self… she can never hurt anyone…and she won’t… she was never a traitor.

Mena Mostafa