This is the story of a young adult

she may look ladylike, successfully snooty,

living only with her highest standards,

giving absolutely no shit about what’s happening with you and not caring about it.

But truth is,

she’s just living with her weirdly beautiful soul, not waiting for you to understand, but not to get away.

If you did stay, then without a doubt you’ll find serenity and joy.

Don’t wait for her to explain, just listen to her voice and you will know the story, and see the true color.

I’m only human

I am my self.
I’m the one who can decide.
I’m the one who breathe for my body.
I’m the one who survived for living.
I’m the one who will be buried alone.
I’m the one…
I’m the one…
Don’t judge me for being only human.

Back in time

For the last couple of weeks, I’ve worked on everything but my self, and every time I think about doing some creative things for me I end up with an art block full of depression.
2 days ago it came to my mind how I overthought about it and how I was feeling so thrilled when I was just doing stuff for me, not for people’s opinion, or what I should and shouldn’t post.
and I remembered this…
Almost ten years ago, after Jeddah’s flood, I asked mom’s friends to go with them with the Sudi Red Crescent on their Volunteering campaign as a beginner photographer.
I used my first DSLR camera Nikon D60, technically it was mom’s camera but she never used it so…anyway.
I checked my old hard disk hoping to find the old pictures I took, and there it was…
I realized they weren’t just pictures, it was how I saw life back then.