Tag: memory
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The Sea, Always~
There are places that never leave you, even if you step away. For me, it’s the sea. I was raised near the Mediterranean, and more than half of every year was spent at its edge—with family, in sun and salt, in rhythms shaped by tides. We played from morning until night, sometimes even swimming under…
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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 Silence of Time
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Where has the time gone?Memories slip through my fingers,swirling, fading, dissolving into nothing.I grasp at them, but they vanish,leaving a vast emptiness behind. Why were we designed to forget?Then there is the silence.It tells me everything.It unfolds layers of unseen worlds,whispering truths I have always known. Can I stay in the now and let the…
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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 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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Capturing Life: The Strange Art of Freezing Time
Imagine a world before photography—before the snap of a shutter could capture the smallest fraction of a second. To immortalize a moment, one would need the meticulous hand of a painter. Each brushstroke became an interpretation of reality. It was filtered through emotion and memory. And before that? Only the mind’s eye could hold onto…
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Daily Coffee Talk~ 57/365
Hi again, I almost forgot how fast projects like this go when you start them and how merciless time is… How much of your childhood do you remember? For me it is short salient moments of intense emotion, some life changing moments that left permanent scars, or pleasant memories like the smell of my swimsuit…
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Day 7~ March 7th~ Egypt
Like so many other developing countries, many children in Egypt have to work to make a living. On my journey to Egypt I met and communicated with so many children and for some reason, it is these encounters that stayed alive in me till today. Children’s eyes can tell it how it is, the truth.…
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Day Three Hundred Nineteen, December 7, 2011
Does it happen to you sometimes that you may see a color, smell a certain smell, or hear a specific tune and they act as a trigger for memories that were long dormant in you? Funny how our life experiences are never really gone, but are somehow stacked neatly in the archives of our mind…