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“And sometimes, just sometimes,
out of every hundred; you are shinning
on the inside. Sometimes
sometimes, on the same day,
universe decides to reflect you on the
outside, it decides to shine too ,So
you put a smile on your face, take a
walk and watch it sharing your
happiness, sharing your light ,breath
it all in, take your boost and let the
world lift you up till you actually
believe that it has your back ,take the
gift and take your credit, even if it's
not your wings, cause this universe
only reflects back, it gifts back, it's
fair but it isn't an initiator. And
maybe, just maybe if you believe in it,
it will believe in you too, maybe then
when it's raining on you, when it's too
dark, when rock bottom gives you a
concussion, you will look up with
faith, and out of all the things
showering on your head, you will find
your favorite one, you will be gifted
with stars,
ones that can reflect on your inside,
ones that can light you up back”
Mennah al refaey
“And my biggest fear would be forever
missing a piece. You see our story was
never complete, and it's supposed to be
finished but you haven't yet heard all
of me.
So listen because my biggest fear would be missing out on how it
truly feels . I will forever miss a
touch though i never tried it on my
face; i might miss how cold it is and i
might miss how warm it left me, i might
miss how it perfectly traces every line
and i might miss how it gets lost
everytime. I will forever miss a hand
that held my heart, one that only
learnt how to wave goodbye, one that
only learnt how to part, i will never
know how your fingers interlaced with
mine, though i have been always sure
that they fit perfectly inside. And I
know i will definitely miss waking up
to your eyes, i will miss knowing they
see right through me, i will miss
having that subtle silent stare
reassure my heart. And a very long
playlist will go to waste, no slow
dancing not on the kitchen floor and
never once in the rain.Just know I
already miss having your back, but you
are the one who turned yours and i
don't know if i should ever forgive
that.”
Mennah al refaey
“I will run every mile, i will save
every line, i will say i reached the
top and i will fall back down standing.
I will write down every thing, the good
and the bad,I will wake up one day and
go back to the start. I will notice
that the good ones were nothing but my
beautiful lines, were everything painted
by my mind. I will notice that the bad
ones were nothing but pieces of my
pain that should have been crumbled and thrown away the first time i started to
rain. I will leave home and i won't
mind, i will miss some beating pieces
but i will survive.the sky will stay
in place, mountains won't shake and my
mind will go nowhere.the stars will 
take my side not yours, and the new air
in your chest will feel forever cold. I
will donate a piece of my heart to hurt
you forever and a lifelong lasting
question about what you have lost.My
hands won't ever fit in yours and my
faith says that crown on your head will
hurt you the most.
One day i won't overlook anything
anymore. One day i won't remember
anything anymore.I will stop
pretending i'm ice cold and i will
learn how to be strong.one day I will
grow out of this, i will grow out of
us.”
Mennah al refaey
“Sideways, ladders, mazes, a mess, like we need a map, anything but straight roads ahead. Chaos inside my head, one that gets lit on fire every time I try to go to bed. Plans that spiral, dreams drew like art, decisions like ice-cold water pouring out on my injured heart. Thoughts vanishing into thin air like smoke after your very first fight. Fears that speed up your heart and make it feel like it's going to stop. They call them "the monsters under your bed", they are monsters that can make me crumble inside my head. "Have no fear my sweet innocent lady" another lie, she said. Can we just call it something else, can you tell me something else. Say it's the fear that you drives out of this. Say it's my thoughts that make me different like this. Tell me that the monsters teach me how to win battles for the people I love like I always do. And the maze, it gives me something to do while I'm stuck here with you.”
Mennah al Refaey
“Teach me how to trust you enough so i
can count every wound and every scar.
Kiss each one of them and tell me i'm
still your star.
Show me that no matter how dull this life makes me, no matter
how much darkness surround me,
I am still bright enough to light your
heart. I know i can heal on my own but
what if i no longer want to. I know i
can keep everything to myself, but
maybe i never learnt to.
that's just it, maybe i wasn't built
this way. I just need a second opinion,
i need a second mind, i need a second
heart, i just need a second hand that
can help me let go of everything.
i'm bored of building walls and i just
need to break some. But here lies the
issue, when i break, i break down, it's
not a “some” ,it’s everything.and so
far wasn't so good I break them down
only to find that they were built over
a cleft and then i'm left barely
hanging by a thread. So listen, i just
like calling them battle wounds, i like
the idea of sworn secrecy to my scars,
call them by their names and i just
might let you through the doors
Teach me how to love by taking my walls
as your new home, you are welcome
inside and the cleft makes a hell of a
view, it just needs two to look at, and
maybe one day i will say it just needed
You.”
Mennah al refaey
tags: love, trust
“You remind me of stars, i need patience to find you in this city sky, i need to pass through darkness to get to your light, there is a whole lot of distance between us, but once i get past it; brains, physics, and common sense assure me that i will get burnt.”
Mennah al Refaey
“So many feelings misplaced, so many
pieces lost. You have been misled
into a broken maze with your own well.
Excuses like the walls were everything
you needed, and stupidity because you
knew it was a dead end. Write about
roads interwining and being off track
you are sugarcoating a road accident by
a drunk man. Spend time, energy, and
sanity like it was worth it, get lost
and bleed emotions like it's the price
you pay to get out You disappointed
your own self and it's hard to forget,
your brain unattended and your heart
took the hit, got knocked out and woke
up on the wrong side of the bed, on the
Wrong side of my head. Now you are left
with a scar and a mind full of words
said, a voice i can't forget and a
smile that hurts me still.”
Mennah al Refaey, Daily thoughts
“With a mind out in space, my heart and the moon have a play date, every once and a while it asks me for permission to visit, it's our kind of vacation. We dim down the lights, put on headphones, and anticipate the stars. Away from the earth; life, it pauses, and time, it freezes, no obligations just utter fascination. They sit together and act like they know the stars, call them by random names and pretend they saw them before. With a mind out in space, hearts are made of steel, nothing can touch us and we can touch nothing. We don't see that kind of beauty with our eyes, we breathe it down through lungs and feel it fill up our souls as if it was meant to be our only fuel. I owe it to a small window and loneliness that taught me how to see far beyond my vision and taught me how to have my own life away from this one. It's strength and warmth.”
Mennah al Refaey
“Pull out a match and light up a million notes and a million words, consume the energy on papers like its fuel, and all the long lost feelings are your coal. Set the whole thing on fire and never look back, an expert on regrets and mistakes, tell the story as easy as a philosophical theory; devils disguised as angels, angels turning into devils, and the perfectionist in between always stuck in the middle. Tired and hurt, but angry till I burn, watching a sinner blaming life and life taking his side still, anyway I took my advice and kept the things I loved from day one aside, so I'm not alone and love is also taking my side. Save the date, it's 365 days in training, and we finally reached the end of our magical tragic failure and if you are smart then it's not a surprise; you know that my sky is not raining. Take out a match and burn this house down, it took me two seconds to figure out that I deserve solid better-looking ground. So let me feel the heat in my brain blow out and my heart beating in its place safe and sound inside.”
Mennah al Refaey
tags: past
“With a mind out in space, my heart and the moon have a play date, every once and a while it asks me for permission to visit, it's our kind of vacation. We dim down the lights, put on headphones, and anticipate the stars. Away from earth; life, it pauses, and time, it freezes, no obligations just utter fascination. They sit together and act like they know the stars, call them by random names and pretend they saw them before. With a mind out in space, hearts are made of steel, nothing can touch us and we can touch nothing. We don't see that kind of beauty with our eyes, we breathe it down through lungs and feel it fill up our souls as if it was meant to be our only fuel. I owe it to a small window and loneliness that taught me how to see far beyond my vision, and taught me how to have my own life away from this one. It's strength, and warmth.”
Mennah al Refaey
“But at nights we are stars. You are a star and I'm on the roof, you are a star and I'm eyes, you are a star and I'm lungs, lungs breathing in your air, the air that gets lighter upon spotting the sparkle, the air that gets lighter upon seeing you shine, the air that I write about every night, the one that sets my soul on fire and leaves it freezing cold. I could be a moon, well I could as well be The Sun if I wanted to, but I'd rather be here, I'd rather stay humane, it gives me a chance to feel your air wrapping its arms around me, I'd rather stay human because my eyes can only love dimmed lights, they can only stay underneath your lights, I'd rather save my own light for nights when this city is burning up and you have no choice but to stay invisible, I'd rather save enough light to find you then even when no one else can.”
Mennah al Refaey
“Every time something changes, it takes a piece of my heart forever, keep it up this way and soon I will have a shattered heart, one million pieces scattered over one million different timings, over one million different places, over one million different feelings, I will have one million broken pieces; each beating somewhere far, each leaving me with a slower rhythm, each leaving me heavier than I ever was.”
Mennah al Refaey
“And so, you find yourself back to where you always go, back to the surface, a straight back, sky above, clear as a sleeping ocean, shaded with your favorite blue, calm enough to lay still, the perfect weight, an extra hand would drown you. A heart so full of water and mind only concerned with dreams, only concerned with you. You find yourself home, finding shelter in everything you love, finding a destination in everything you want, clearing up space for what you really should want, washing away false accusations and false desires as if they were nothing, making them nothing.
Now you are back to looking in what makes you, you. Finding your heart in everything that can't hurt him, and finally apologizing for leaving him alone outside of the water for 3 months without you. You find yourself home, that hug you needed is meaningless, it wouldn't have felt good, and it's a good thing we haven't really tried it. But let me tell you, once you get the courage to write, be thankful you have an inspiration.”
Mennah al Refaey
“And if today was like any other day, make extraordinary out of ordinary. Drink your cup of coffee slowly, maybe even try a new flavor. Look up at the sky as often and breathe in the air as deep as you can. Wear your favorite outfit, you know the one that makes you feel extra pretty and secure. Sit at your favorite place, in your usual spot and enjoy the sunlight breaking on your face. Walkthrough the same roads but look at them differently. Hug your favorite person extra tightly today. Maybe even buy your favorite flower on your way home. Make it a day to remember, make it less ordinary, make it more of a date you save than just another day. So many days pass, so many will pass, wait for special days to create themselves and you will close your eyes and open them one day to an empty calendar, nothing to miss when you leave this city, nothing to long for when you are old and grey, you need something for your heart to hold on to, you need something that makes you feel anything.”
Mennah al Refaey
“And if tonight we decide to put aside our differences. Take my hand slow, pull me closer to someone that has never been this far. Take my hand slowly, and give a chance for two hearts that had nothing to do with our mistakes to beat as one again. Take my hand slowly, and let it trace a strong shoulder I had always leaned on, cause right now I need to lean in. Take my hand slowly, so I could safely close my eyes and listen to my favorite song while knowing, trusting and believing you wouldn't let me fall. If tonight we decide to do this, take my hand slowly, interlace yours in mine and give our souls a chance to have a glimpse at this. Leave a bit of a distance, just a small distance, so our eyes could get a glimpse too. If tonight we decide to put aside our differences, if we decide to let go of our mistakes, I will let you choose the song”
Mennah al Refaey
“And hands that might pour ice on your fire, if those lines slowly formed a circle and then aligned right when they interlaced, but they don't fit, and it's not a circle, and experiments are a must... But you know life and rules, and streets and weather, time and a bunch of other things that end up as "distance"... So you edit the lines in your mind to fit the ones on your hand,
And then the lines fold into a circle that can unfold into allegiance right when you feel like you need it to... But that's just it, Take away the smiles, the eyes, the streets, time, rules, and life, take away the distance and you end up with a hand that can't fit into yours, maybe even ones that don't want to allign.. No one to blame but the huge lines of yours in such tiny hands. How did we manage to have such huge lines in such small hands I don't know.”
Mennah al Refaey
“The smallest of things, own the biggest parts. The simplest of things that can change your whole life. A nice thing unplanned that warms your heart, a simple smile that can always light you up. The purest of wishes that went so fast over your head, but somehow came true and became the biggest part of your life. A face you are used to belonging forever in your heart with memories on a loop endlessly in your mind. Days so good you forget how tired you are. 11:11 am wishes better than you have ever imagined it. Your favorite cup of coffee in the morning with the perfect shade of sunlight on your face. Offer a pure heart and earn back this world's flowers. Offer a big smile and earn back a laughing sky. Count the days and make them count. Mark your calender everytime your heart jumps.”
Mennah al Refaey, Daily thoughts
“Steal an hour and spend it staring at a
sky. Make it a constant as the days
pass by. Realize it's a privilege that
my sky stays here. It's a privilege
that it's always here for me, and it's
always for free. And no matter how
messed up everything is, how i mess
everything up, i'm always welcome to
stare anyway. So steal an hour before
life gets stolen away, before you get
stolen away. Choose the right one and
you just might witness some change.
takes practice, patience and a heart
that stays the same. Now it's as
important as your constant need to
check everything in place, to make a
home out of every place It's a home as
much as any other roof, it's a roof
that goes with you every where.”
Mennah al Refaey
“I count the steps from your door to mine, memorize the sound of your footsteps on the ground, synchronize them with my heart; the closer you get, the less they become, the faster it beats.
In strength, feel the ground beneath us, it's just the same, but in speed, it's always much faster than i can take. If i weren't so sketchy i would turn this into water, i would leave this silent, float and let you lead. But we are on the ground, the sound is strong, and my brain can't help but pay attention. So i'll just run because i have to but i will count them because i can.”
Mennah al Refaey
“Caught off guard. I was handled a thread, my imagination was handled a thread. And because I know my mind well, I know it would have preferred me saying "it was gifted", but here we are, yet another conflict, a sad heart is protesting, so we are back to the start "my imagination was handled a thread." So, recklessly but not reluctantly, currently running marathons, painting drafts, writing notes, taking deep breathes, and staring at guilt wine-stained skies, here we are again, all because of a tiny thread.
Lucky me; check the foundation, check the walls, feel the beating heart and not only that but have a taste of the cherry on top, then, leave. Caught off guard, I'm left holding an endless thread, walking a road leading to an infinite ocean of possibilities, my mind is childish enough to only draw the best ones, only draw the best scenarios, to only draw my fairytale. Think twice, you are not a queen, you are not a princess, you are just a maiden, with a bright mind, caught in an endless loop of beautiful scenarios, like usual, all mine.”
Mennah al Refaey
“Exchanging good mornings like exchanging flowers, getting to know how much sunlight did it get since dawn, how much water did it have growing up this week, reflecting a smile or a frown, but if it's there then it must be a smile, only a powerful soul can gift you a good morning, only a smiling soul can tell you good morning, I have a tendency of exchanging good mornings, and my heart has a thing for exchanging flowers, for exchanging each other's scents, so good morning.”
Mennah al Refaey
“Your soul is a sexy black dress, with the perfect red lips, heels for a posture and your hair is the right kind of mess. A constant in all cultures and to all tastes, forever breathtaking and you can never be a waste. Elegance is your style so remember that every time you are aching inside; a woman with class is a woman of pride. Sometimes you can be a bit higher, but you don't take your heels off, you pass him by and maybe even cut him off. You loved with all your heart, performed perfectly though it was very hard, tears shed and lessons learned, sorry i had to be the one to tell you that it's time to part. Stay in place if you want to fall behind, time stops for no one even for queens and one day your excuses will run out and your tears will burn you down. A pretty dress is a pretty dress even for the millionth time, and if he is the one, he is the one, even on the longest of nights, so wake up, grow up and stop being the back up plan; a black dress is always the first choice, and you deserve to be the only plan.”
Mennah al Refaey
“The longer the night gets, the longer the dream gets, and the darker it gets, the lighter your imagination becomes, so the darkness is yours and the shadows are as colored as their depth and suddenly you are an artist. You close your eyes and they get lucid, you close your eyes and they get real. You would think it hurts in the morning but for an artist, the painting is enough, and for an imagination like that the dream is enough. So you wake up and reality becomes more than enough, you don't settle so you know it must be true "The world must be a piece of art."
So close your eyes and let your heart work your brain, because when we wake up, he gets back in charge.”
Mennah al Refaey
tags: art, dream
“Like making your cup of coffee in the morning half asleep half awake and yet perfect... Like walking around in your room in complete darkness with tons of junk everywhere yet your step is perfect... Like reading your favorite book for the one-millionth time, reciting the words before you flip the page but the feeling gets better every time and gets so perfect.. Like driving down the same road over and over again but every time the flowers on the side are so perfect..like hearing the same laugh but when it's because of you, it gets even more perfect...Like sharing the same pair of eyes with half this world's population but yet his are the only ones that are perfect”
Mennah al Refaey
“Half of you is fire, half of you is ice. Half of you is curious, half of you is not. Half begging for change, and half fears it to death. Half wants to roam the world, and half feels like it's cheating on home. If i leave you here, you will cry yourself to sleep every night, and if i tell you to pack your bags you will look at me as if i'm taking you away from life. Prison is a soul that doesn't know what she wants, but paradise is your mind that makes it feel like it's not. Claim it's simple like that, like you put out your fire with everything you've already got, claim you are okay but the truth is, you are definitely not. Let's blame life for not giving you much of a choice, but thank you for it because deep down you know what it's really like.”
Mennah al Refaey
“In the arms of a meaningful thing, you find your true warmth, this kind works just like a compass, it tells you where to go and where not to, when to run and when to stay, when to lean in closer and when to get as far away as you can, this kind of warmth it tells you you're safe. look for it in your favorite things, look for it in the feeling you get when you enter home, when you smell your favorite lilac flower, the one you breathe in when you see a blue sky after a rainy day, the kind of warmth you get only from your own safety blanket, the kind you get from your own self. So if you are not, if you are cold, if you are not feeling safe enough, you are on the wrong side, you are heading the wrong direction, your compass is off, you are looking in the wrong place, you are simply settling, and you don't want to settle when it comes to this. Time passes, you keep getting older and this world just keeps getting colder, you may think your skin is getting thicker but it's just not enough, set your record straight, set yourself on the road, find shelter in the right arms, don't settle for a normal kind of hug, settle for arms that sets you off to space.”
Mennah al Refaey
“I look into your eyes and i see doors opening up to everything i will miss, i see my plans reflecting far beyond my vision's horizon, they are my own plans and i can't even see them let along touch them, cause two days ago i was rearranging them but now my sight can't even tell me how they look like, and from the looks of things there is no telling anything because i look into your eyes and i see doors opening up to a heaven i created, but they are your eyes, and the heaven was all mine, all me, all me and my stupid imagination, they are your eyes and they used to lie but now mine can't help but tell me the truth. I look into your eyes and i see doors slammed shut to my face but just remember this look, because one day your eyes will miss mine.”
Mennah al Refaey
“I would be an island, surrounded by the arms of an ocean, my sky would be filled with stars, my nights would be a little scary but very magical, my mornings would be so long but very special. I would always feel wanted, a little luxorious, i have a place in the map but i would always end up deserted, always end up alone. From time to time visited for vacations, for temporary residence, like when you need to clear your mind, when you need some fresh air, when you need something different, i'm your land, but in the end, always deserted. Now my soul feels deserted, an unknown island, no luxury, no stars, no even temporary residence, she feels like no one even knows where she is on the map anymore, not even her only owner. I can't tell which is worse, being temporary or being lost, being an island or a desert, i can't remember that arms of the ocean were never arms i wanted to be surrounded with.”
Mennah al Refaey
“Have you found your land in someone's eyes yet? Have you found a place to grow? Have you found heaven? I have heard you are supposed to build it up from scratch, that heaven you have been looking for. Look around you and see people calling strangers their home,their heaven, but what does a stranger know about my home, what does he know about my kind of heaven. What does a stranger know about how to build you a home, what does he know about how your walls are supposed to stand, what kind of flowers are in your garden, where do your hiding places exist, cause they come and find your walls already tall and yet call themselves your home, yet we call them home.
I look into eyes and look for land, land to grow, land to build a house on, and then i find myself building it on my own so i move out and go back. Don't blame yourself, you have been living in a castle, you have built yourself a castle, and you simply like it, we accept visitors, but you don't feel like you can move out, i don't want to move out into someone else's heart, into someone else's home. I have been visiting lands, waiting for strangers to build me a better home, but all i get is homesickness.”
Mennah al Refaey

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