فصرت اخاف ان لا احزنا
I got addicted to my sorrows,
Until I have gotten scared of not being sorrowed.
وطعنت آلافا من المرات
حتى صار يوجعني بان لا اطعنا
And I was stabbed thousands of times,
Until it felt painful not to be stabbed.
ولعنت في كل اللغات
حتى صار يقلقني بان لا العنا
And I was cursed in all the languages,
Until I started being nervous of not being cursed.
ولقد تشابهت كل البلاد
فلا ارى نفسي هناك، ولا ارى نفسي هنا
And all the countries seemed the same,
That I don’t see myself there, And I don’t see myself here.
I literally haven’t had any time to stay on Tumblr
Here’s what’s going on:
I started Uni and I’m majoring Art Education which seems cool so far.
Meanwhile I’m trying to graduate with the photography degree so I’m doing my second internship and the final thesis.
I have a lot of photography work, like three weddings to shoot this month and other random stuff.
And of course it would be nice, after all this, to find time for some personal life around here but I get home very late every day, mad tired.
I’m not complaining, don’t get me wrong. Things are good, I just have to try my best not to get stressed and get things done.
To laugh is good. Laughing gets you through the anxiety. And of course sometimes you just need to slow down if you feel like it’s getting too much.
I hope you all are well :)
of its troubles
on the way to
but if you look
can spot the
trauma upon its
FIRST DAY OF ART EDUCATION
I don’t think I will ever learn to wear blazers
I was quiet, but I was not blind.
I’m looking through the courses I’m taking in my new Uni for example
- descriptive geometry
- fabric printing
- avant-garde art
- modern art education