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8 Years

24 Jun

I was so, so moved by a kind-hearted friend’s story. I know her so well and I witnessed this story first hand.

So here it is my dearest: A poem about eight damn years.” Read, enjoy, feel free 2 share (as long as u give the blog a proper credit)

BUT plz don’t fall for the same mistake…


Eight Years”

I waited under a tree,

One whole year…

I saw people passing by,

Lovers and friends…

I saw trees getting high,

And houses were built…

I never once questioned:

If my waiting meant a thing!

* * *

He said: “I’m coming at Spring,

Wait by the next tree”

He said so many things,

Loving you” was none of these…

I cut miles and miles,

Day and night on my feet,

Forgot what green looks like,

And how good it feels the breeze…

He was the only thing I hear,

The only one I see….


* * *


I waited eight years

Eight years of tears!!

I promised I ain’t moving

By all damn means…

I chopped my ring finger

So did to my feet..

My eyes kept bleeding…

My heart begged: please!!

I started then to question:

Is that what love is!!


* * *


All my wounds are healed,

All my sorrows are gone,

Nothings else to fear,

No place else to run,

I waited you for eight years

I’ll hate you for a thousand ones..

* * *

Done composing at 7:38 a.m 

15, August 2012




Work-First Day

17 Mar

So, this is my first day after my Viva. I kept looking at the time almost every 15 minutes before the alarm set on. I woke up at 9:4 a.m. I wore cool green top with blazer and my Steve Madden’s summer sandals. I did my hair and wore Night Angel Perfume. The moment I went to sign, the evil lady asked me 2 sign under her red remarks. I acted like careless. I know deep inside that all this will be over so soon.
I have been told that she is the one who was checking the Viva’s schedules and told the dean that I have been doing stuff behind his back (attending my Viva!!!) and told my cousin that I haven’t invited them!! Woman, seriously! get a life!!!
Now I have to start my lecture. I wish myself a good luck

I Graduated

16 Mar

So here it comes my lovelies.. the day I waited for so long: My Viva 🙂

The Viva itself is not a big of a deal. It just means finalizing one remaining detail before qualifying you to master your major. But before this really happen, you have to show lots of responsibility and efforts.

In my case, I study what I’m passionately interested in; English Literature. I wanted to master it so bad and I had to wait and work so hard till it really happened. so much tears, sweat, and literally blood all the way. It was a battle if I could say so.

I can sum up the most important incidents in points:

– My Viva was held on the 12th of March 2012, at 12 P.m. I was lucky enough to have a distinguished cute Viva date.
– The examiners committee made of three. Supervisor+ two examiners: arab and non-arab. One of them simply understands the discussion as an act of “attack.” Poor him!
– I knew too late that servants and coordinators are not allowed in the discussion area. So I said they were my home-maids (LOOOLZ). They let them in after signing many papers.
– I’m so quite person and don’t like the hustle bustle of parties. I invited very, very limited number of people and by that I mean one person 🙂
– I had an awesome treat that day. Sum1 is in charge of the whole set up till the break down of the Viva. Another 2 help me wearing my 3abaya, taking photos of me, wait 4 me out of restroom, passing by every few minutes to make sure I’m all ok and having fun and that was all for less than 1000 SR.
– To be honest I had a storm of ideas that day about other equally important stuff. They happened, in the best way, at the worst timing.
– I felt like a butterfly after it’s all said and done. I went home and played this:

-It was a hectic week thinking of many things at once. My Viva was my last concern. Eventually, everything was in tact alhamdulla.
– The next day I went there to finalize my graduation paper, there was a b5oor smell everywhere. It was the Farewell party of Dr. Hayfa and welcoming of my supervisor.
– A new side of me revealed that day. I used to believe I’m pretty much shy person, but by the end of that day I was literally hugging everyone.

That day marked a turning point in my life. What’s yours??

Much love and pancakes; Zaina