Superheroes are Special for a Reason ~ By Natalia Oparka


Little Natalia and her beloved mother, Zofia


I like to think of myself as a grown up (I actually winced while writing that) and every now and then I get to think about the past- we all experience these sleepless nights when we toss and turn and relive the past scenarios… All the conversations that come back to haunt us at night? Yeah, that was one of those. Not that long ago, I realized that my mom is actually one of the superheroes who should have comic books written about.

First of all, my childhood couldn’t have been as cool for my mom as it was for me: I was a sickly kid who needed a lot of attention, so she took a lot of time off work. I guess I didn’t fully realize what it must have been for her to put her career on hold for a spoilt brat like me (oh, trust me, I was no angel).

Second, when I became a teenager I started hating everything and everyone (I’m still not sure whether I’ve fully gotten over that phase) and the relationship with my mom deteriorated rather quickly. Obviously little did I know how much she’s had to endure because of my actions. So, as one may accurately point out, it couldn’t have been easy for her. As it can’t be easy for any mother in the world who struggles with everyday issues, which all seem so trivial yet so essential.

Let us pay tribute to all the mothers who do their best every day and whose names will never appear in Hollywood movie posters.

Thank you for all your devotion and unconditional love!

Mothers’ Day is celebrated:

  1. In Arab countries on 21st of March
  2.  In Bolivia on 27th of May
  3. In Brazil, the Czech Republic, Estonia, India, Latvia, New Zealand, Pakistan, Philippines, Samoa, Singapore, South Africa, Sri Lanka, Taiwan, the USA, Ukraine on second Sunday of May
  4. In Canada on second Sunday of May
  5. In Georgia on 3rd of March
  6. In Indonesia on 22nd of December
  7. In Kyrgyzstan on 19th of May
  8. In Nicaragua on 30th of May
  9. In Norway on 9th of February
  10. In Maldives on 13th of May
  11. In Poland on 26th of May
  12. In Romania, Spain on the first Sunday of May

Feel free to leave your special best wishes in the comment box below. Celebrate your mom and tag away! ❤


I Wanna Know What Love Is ~ By Dalia Al Saad

Photographed by Alexas_Fotos

Yes, I really wanna know! What is true, genuine love?

Would a couple who is solely infatuated with each other count as one?

What if she decides to break up with him just because he’s going through a tough time but still acts as a “good” friend and spends time and money with him, would that count?

How about if he claims that he still has feelings for her but can no longer be with her because her physical appearance has deteriorated?

Is it normal for us to associate love with pain as a natural reality? Continue reading “I Wanna Know What Love Is ~ By Dalia Al Saad”

Consider This my Dear Before You Volunteer ~ By Shatha Akeel


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Photography by Unsplash


Taking time out of your day to provide a service, help someone, or do something for free is the rent we pay for a room on earth, as the saying goes.

I  heard about volunteer work before, but I was not interested in it. One day, I had the chance to join a voluntary group to serve the elderly and orphans, which opened my eyes to many things I didn’t know about, like some of the existing systems in Saudi Arabia. Also, I got to know some of the citizens’ rights, but the greatest thing I learned from voluntary work was how to be patient and expand the circle of communication. This has given me back a lot of benefits.

So, if you want to do some voluntary work, you must ask yourself some questions to help you make the right choices.

1. What are my interests?

Are there specific issues that interest you and grab your attention? For example, are you into health care, special needs, the elderly, environment pollution, or any issue you might be interested in.

2. What are my skills?

You should know your skills because you have to link them with your interest/s in volunteering. For example, if you are interested in health care, one of the skills that you will need is to have good communication to share health awareness.

3. What do I want to learn from this experience, OR what will I gain from it?

Some people do it to get a new experience, and others want to improve their communities. Think about it and make sure you know what your goal is.

4. Will my volunteering affect my other commitments?

What are the things that need to be considered before committing yourself? Time, flexibilty, location, family, school, work. It won’t be wise to start a generous act like volunteering and not be reliable.

Anyway, I think that voluntary work is one of the most fulfilling life experiences that we must learn from and evolve.

Flight 668 (Part 2/2) ~ By Dr. Abdullah Bahi

Everyone started clapping and crying in relief as the pilot landed the plane safely to the ground. No one had expected this emergency landing, not the pilot, and not the air traffic control tower either.
Everyone was relieved, people around me were hugging and crying from the joy that their lives weren’t taken away from them. I was relieved too, no doubt about that. I hadn’t been planning to die this early in my life anyways! Not at the time when my daughter was going to join college real soon, or when my son is going through puberty and needs someone to be there for support.
But I was more confused than relieved. This old fellow beside me hadn’t taken the smile off his face since the plane started drifting towards death. Even then, I didn’t see the relief on his face like all the other passengers and cabin crew. He was just sitting there happily, being there, and smiling as he saw the people around him.
Does he have a mental problem? I haven’t heard of a dysfunction that makes you smile in disasters. I had to know the secret of this man. I got angry when I can’t find the TV remote control for God’s sake!
“Excuse me, sir?”
He looked at me and nodded, “Yes?”
“I have to ask you, sir, how did you do it?”
A grandpa’s grin spread on his face, “Do what, son?”
“You were smiling!” I said, “People were screaming and crying and you were..”
He was laughing now.
I couldn’t help but smile, “I really wanna know,” I said.
He stood up, and I instantly stood up with him, knowing that I was sitting in his only way out. He walked to the aisle and reached out for his bag in the overhead bin. Then he slowly and confidently took out a folded piece of paper and handed it to me with a smile before he walked away without uttering another word.
I was even more confused now. I looked closely at the piece of paper, sat down, opened it and started reading. It was a poem, handwritten, with no name on it.
Have you ever asked yourself what you’re doing with this life?
Is the purpose to ace exams, have a good job and a wife?
Or is it much more than that? Let me tell you, from my point of view,
Something I learned the hard way, and I’ll easily pass it to you,
No one knows when he’ll end, no one will know, no one ever knew,
So you’ll have to pretend it’s in two days, tomorrow, or in the next hour,
You have to have confidence, and never stop your life or cut off your power,
Don’t grieve on what’s in the past, don’t cry on what you think is sour,
Your life is in your hands, you can either go forward or back,
The choice is completely yours, you don’t need a life hack, 
There will come a time when your life will seem very black,
Like you’re trapped in a dark room, so you have to search for that crack,
That will bring you in light, you’ll always find one,
No matter what happens, after the dark dawn comes the sun,
Face the challenges that come in your way, don’t run,
Your time is limited, so if you live it the right way,
You will know why I smiled, you’ll understand what I say.
“Sir. Sir!” Said the old overweight woman as she shook my shoulder, “I need to use the toilet, could you please..?”
I stared at her, not knowing what just happened. And then I saw it, just behind her shoulders, outside the cabin window, the beautiful scenery that I got on this plane to reach. We were flying just above our destination, “My family!” I thought, “I’m going to see them after all!”
That was when I realized, there was no old man, there was no sandstorm, there was only a valuable lesson that I learned from my dream, from myself.

Luggage Tag – By Dalia Al Saad

Each person comes with a unique baggage set that is carried along in this wonderful journey of life only to increase in number and vary in shapes, sizes, colors, and most importantly, in content. This baggage set that we carry around day in and day out can either make us or break us, if we allow it to.
This load that one is carrying can build muscles thus strength or just pull ..down. Continue reading “Luggage Tag – By Dalia Al Saad”

The Traveler and the House – By Zaher Ibrahim

Once upon a time there was an old traveler who roamed around the globe. Leaning on his aging stick, S.K. wandered east and west, across valleys and over mountains in an endless journey. One afternoon, as tired as he was after a long day, this traveler found himself in front of beautiful rustic house. The house was simple and modest, but something about it was pleasant and inviting. Continue reading “The Traveler and the House – By Zaher Ibrahim”

The Magical Mystical Wonderland – By Samir Sarfraz

You never know what the day holds when you wake up. You may have an idea but no convincing concrete slab. One’s will is to put the cement, that has been churning overnight, in to the ground so steps can be made.

It all sounds a bit overwhelming but ironically, it’s not done overnight. Decisions are made that lead to situations; soon after, trust is called upon so your hand has something to hold on to.

In my life, there has only been a handful of times when I could say with certainty ‘I know what is going to happen’. Most of those times have come when an outside party isn’t included. The only time someone else was directly involved, was the day I asked my girlfriend to marry me. This was by far the biggest first step I or anyone else will take in their life. But it was a second step scarier than the first, which was buying the ring. So let us start there.

Continue reading “The Magical Mystical Wonderland – By Samir Sarfraz”