I Hate Her!

Our relation lasted for about 30 years now… I was used to see her, talk to her and refer to her daily in everything I do, and in every decision I take… We were very close… We were soul mates… I could have never imagined my life without her… But people change… even her… Suddenly I started feeling like we became strangers… She is not the same person any more… Her way of thinking surprises me… Her decisions and actions became weird… We started getting apart… I don’t feel we are together any more… She doesn’t want to listen to me… She can’t tolerate my problems any more… She isn’t the supportive person I used to run to when I needed something… or when I felt alone… Every passing day is separating us more and more and makes the gap deeper and the distance further… I noticed this, and she didn’t even care… And instead of being the one person we used to be… we became me and myself… and for this… I Hate Her!

Mena Mostafa

For Sale

Lately I noticed that people don’t value precious gifts, and they don’t have the right sense to differentiate between what is valuable and what is not. Some people took their places because of coincidences while they spoil everything, but due to the ignorance of others, no one notices this at the right moment or maybe notices and ignores, and mistakes keep accumulating till forming a large pile of problems very hard to solve. On the other side, some other people can’t value what they have… they don’t even know what they have although people surrounding them keep dragging their attention to it. They just can’t feel it till they lose it… only by then they understand and appreciate what they had… and by then it becomes very late to recover… And there are others who know what they have but they can’t really make use of it or enjoy it because of the former two types of people… so they just give up and as anything else they put their believes and virtues For Sale before it is too late… before they are worth nothing according to the market’s new measures.

Mena Mostafa

Announcement # 1

Thank you for being a reader of The Planet Inside, and I think it is time for The Planet Outside now. I hope you like it.

Mena Mostafa

Thoughts...

Lost between contradictions… Obsessed by the different Thoughts… I sometimes wish I were someone else… I think that at this time it would have been much easier… I am attracted to both sides with the same power, although each is a completely different path… I don’t know how I can combine them… I can’t make my mind… And at the same time, I have to choose… Unfortunately, the choice this time is not that easy, and the consequences too… rolling back might be impossible in this case… as when your own decisions come to impacting others, you should take care how you decide… this time I am faced by two opposites… two separate roads… two different destinations… two contradicting Thoughts… and I am still thinking… and I can’t run away… Someday, I will be facing the choice and bearing the consequences.

Mena Mostafa

Feather

The wind was so nice… maybe this was the only nice thing with me this day… I was falling… very fast… the wind was carrying me from a place to another… I couldn’t stay in any of these places for a long time… I always felt like a stranger… Even the places and the people treated me as one… because I was only a Feather… they knew I was supposed to fly again soon… or to be precise… to continue the fall… on my way down… People like colored feathers… but I wasn’t one… I was detached from a bird… and they couldn’t feel my absence because I was one of many other colorless feathers… and I meant nothing without them. I wished I could reach the ground soon… the ground which seemed to be very far away… The soft wind held me till I reached it after my very exhausting trip… And I am now resting… motionless… waiting fearlessly for feet to pass over me… to crush me!

Mena Mostafa

The Island

Boats coming… and boats leaving… carrying lots of people… I didn’t have the chance to talk to any of them although I heard them all… They didn’t know I really existed, but they used to visit me like the waves of the sea… My being means nothing without these visitors… My shores are used to welcome the new faces every day without getting bored… Even my jots of sand feel happy when they see them coming… But with all these visitors, I still feel loneliness, because they always treat me and think about me as The Island… They don’t try to talk to me as they do with each other… they don’t try to know me as I knew each of them… Even fishes, they surround me… visit me… but they also never tried to know me… to talk to me… At the end, boats leave and fishes too… and I am left in the sea with its soft waves caressing my shores.

Mena Mostafa