Category: life
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A Parent’s Instinct: The Universal Call of Protection
Today, as I walked through the park, I was pulled into a scene that demanded my full attention. By the pond, loud, rhythmic quacks echoed through the air, halting passersby in their tracks. Drawn by the urgency of the calls, I saw two parent ducks leading a group of about fifteen ducklings. They moved cautiously,…
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Leaving a Mark
We leave traces everywhere. Some vanish in moments, others last beyond our lifetime. A footprint in the sand fades with the tide, while a carved name on stone outlives generations. Not all marks are physical—sometimes, a single word, a smile, or a shared glance lingers in someone’s memory, altering the course of their day or…
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The Rhythm of My Steps
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I walk. Not because I must, but because I have come to crave it. The harbor roads have become my allies—silent companions that never ask but always offer. The railings, the asphalt, the shifting river, and the glow of streetlights—they greet me as familiarly as an old friend. Without intending to, I have filled my…
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Do you Remember?
Do you remember?There was no sadness then.The world was wide, endless, filled with only now.Did you trust?Yes, I trusted the presence. I felt it in the wind, moving through the trees.It whispered through the branches,sang hymns in my head at bedtime.It warmed my skin in the golden light.It was always there. I was a child…
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The Mystery of Being and the Fleeting Dance of Life
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In Varanasi, children play at dusk, embodying life’s fleeting nature. The author reflects on existence, the mysteries of consciousness, and the balance between our temporary presence and profound awe.
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The Windows of Memory
Yesterday, someone asked me how it felt to recall childhood memories of Lebanon. Without hesitation, I answered with two words: ‘warmth and melancholy’. But the question didn’t leave me. It followed me throughout the day, unraveling layers I had not fully acknowledged. The truth is, my relationship with my first home is not just tinged…
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The Fading Lines of Home
I left Lebanon as soon as I completed my university studies, and since then, the distance between us has only grown. With time, the memories blur, like images once sharp now softened by the weight of years. At times, I wonder where home truly is, only to be met with silence. The idea of home…
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The Eye of the Storm
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There is a palpable sense that we are standing at the edge of something vast, or perhaps already in the middle of it. A shift, a breaking down, an unraveling that so many feel yet struggle to define. Conversations echo this sentiment everywhere—the world is showing its fractures, and the unknown looms like a shadow,…