At This Age

Years ago… when we were very very young… almost able to pronounce some words… and feel proud about this great achievement though we wrongly pronounced most of the words… We used to ask questions to uncover the mysteries surrounding us and to explore a whole new world imagining that our discoveries were great steps in the advancement of humanity… Grownups used to laugh at these discoveries and to watch our persistent trials to reach the answers of our innocent questions… Some years later… when we grew up… our questions grew up and matured with us… they became of real value to the world… during this time… our inquiries were like burdens on our shoulders… we’re responsible now... Some years later… we’ll keep asking, but our questions will be out of insecure lonely and worried feelings and fear… our questions will be kind of frustrating and boring for the young grownups… They won’t laugh at these questions… they won’t help us to correctly pronounce or remember the words we’ll forget… Do you have someone to bear answering your repeated boring and frustrating questions At This Age?

Mena Mostafa

Colors

Azure clear sky… red vivid roses … green high trees… blue calm seas… yellow soft sand… tender wind… white nice people… shiny clean streets… light, laughs and love everywhere… I have wings carrying me to all places… there is a pure smile on my face… I have no problems… I am not just content, I am happy too… I know my way… I love tomorrow… and cherish today… I can sleep with no fear… not worrying about the future… Basic, primitive and simple life… with no complications, barriers, anxieties, burdens… A life where you don’t want to close your eyes in order not to miss a moment of beauty… An encouraging life to think and to be creative in… a life that makes you feel like a human… A life that can be “lived” and that can be called “life”… A life with Colors other than the black… There is no harm in dreaming except waking up and living the next “colorless” day(s)!

Mena Mostafa

Death of a Fighter

Heroes may exist, but not on the ground of “reality”… Values… meanings of right and wrong vary and greatly differ depending on the side from which they are watched from, the time and the situation… I’ve been trying to convince myself to look at things just as others do… and I always used to see something different… and I was never happy with what I saw… I then tried to convince myself to be like others… and I failed… I tried to cope and to accept what they see “normal” and I also failed… and from failure to the other, I became ill, then got used to it… and while trying to find the root cause of my disease, I found myself lost… all the way in disagreement with my other selves…For quite some time now, I’ve been fighting with one of my selves… and it finally and gracefully passed away to leave the space for another less trouble making self… may it rest in peace and never come back… The Fighter is Dead.

Mena Mostafa