Sunday, December 29, 2013

Starco explosion: We need to change the prayer

Your zeitgeist 2013 was supposed to be my last blog post for 2013 where I invited people to share their happy stories and the lessons learned during this year. But, unfortunately, one day after the post, the Starco explosion came and changed many things.
I was talking to my sister-in-law over the phone when she suddenly said in Arabic:”Infijar”! So I said no…She said again in Arabic: “Akid, infijar!” I couldn’t believe. I denied it until I saw the worried and scared faces of my colleagues.
The explosion was at Starco and very close to Al Ahlieh School where my sister Yara was preparing for the scout camp along with her friends. Do I have to explain what I felt and how scared I was when I knew about the exact location? What if my little sister was still there? But thanks God, It was the voice of her chieftain Sara who calmed me down. They left the area before the explosion and they were all safe.
My brother-in-law works there as well.  We couldn't reach him by phone due to the bad network but finally he answered and again, thanks God, he was fine. After I made sure all my beloved were safe, I cried for almost one hour. I believe this was the reaction of many of us.

Oh my God! It’s in Starco, one of the safest areas in Beirut, exactly where I park my car almost every weekend to go either to Beirut Souks or Zaitunay Bay. I sometimes give driving lessons to my sister there as well.
I still can’t believe what happened. What if I was parking my car there? What if my father was passing by this area just like the taxi driver who died? What if my sister and her friends were still there preparing to enjoy their holidays peacefully just like the innocent Mohamad El Chaar and his friends?

At that time, when everyone in the office was shocked, scared and reading the news, my Facebook was opened as usual. I think we all know what the Facebook news feeds look like after an explosion. We all know the comments, shares and statuses we are going to read. We even know the coming ones! I personally couldn’t handle reading these statuses or seeing the same pictures for the 6th time this year: 6 explosions from July 2013 till December 2013. I shared exactly 2 posts then I decided to log out until I feel better. Facebook was giving me negative vibes lately anyway, and it was the right time to stay away.

Honestly, I am tired from reading the same “extremely creative” Lebanese statuses again.
I am tired from “14 March” supporters who usually write: “They are killing us”
I am tried from “8 Mach” supporters who usually write: “Allah yer7am kel el Chohada”
Or vice versa! It depends on the explosion's location, UNFORTUNATELY!
I am even tired from the neutral humanitarian people who share the call for Blood donations, just like I usually do.
I am tired from seeing the same pictures of people crying, shouting and rescuing each other. 
I am tired from the lazy people who don’t do anything but nagging on Facebook.
I am just tired.
When I reached home, I turned on the TV. And of course, here it is the déjà vu. I saw another mother mourning her son and another son mourning his dad. People were mourning their beloved; the same stories again, only the innocent heroes changed. TV turned off as well. I preferred to stay away, read a book and dream about a life outside Lebanon.

Don’t get me wrong. No I don’t hate my country. I love Lebanon. I love the south and the lovely villages there. I even love the villages that I've never visited before. I love Saida and Ghazieh that remind me of my grandfather and the yummi Lahm Baajin. I love Deir el Kamar, Beit el Dine and Moussa Castle that remind me of my childhood. I love Dahieh and its humble and popular streets. There’s something different there who makes me attached not detached.  I love Jbeil and its amazing festival. I love Batroun and Tripoli. I love my city, Beirut. I love my whole country but I just need to live in peace. It’s a human’s right. Isn’t it?

I love Lebanon but I am extremely sorry to tell you that, this time, I won’t pray for it. No. I believe we prayed enough and I think we should change the prayer. It’s not Lebanon and all these amazing places that need our prayers. Our minds and souls need them.  This time, I am not going to ask God to protect us from those who are using weak young guys and paying them from our money to kill us.
I will ask God to protect us from our weak hearts, our unstable minds and our own thoughts. I will ask God to protect us from ourselves. At the end, Prayer & worship without love turns you into an egotist-unknown

Let’s pray together!

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Your zeitgeist 2013

A year passed. 12 months and 365 days passed. Another huge book is closed. The chapters’ titles are definitely the same: Family, Love, Relationships, Friends, Money, Work, University and School. What differ are only the stories and their details.

Goodbyes, newborns, hugs, fights, successes, failures, promotions, ups and downs happened during this year. But the good and the bad happened for a reason. The good made us happy and the bad taught us something (well, if we think deeply, yes it did). Everyone now is trying to set their resolutions. But, I believe that before making any new ones, it’s important to review what happened. Companies work on their reports before setting their new business plan and objectives. Don’t they?

That’s why I decided to close my year with this blog post opening the room for everyone to share their short stories, happy or sad, and write about the lessons they learned. You can mention your name or post your comment as anonymous. Choose the language that you want, Arabic, French or English. What matters is the share, and the smiles or the lessons that you might give to others. And, nobody knows, you might inspire someone.

Well, let’s do our own zeitgeist here.

My zeitgeist 2013

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Unforgettable people

Throughout our life, we meet lots of people. Some of them stay in our life and others, for whatever reasons, just disappear. I personally get attached to people I meet and I hate seeing them go away. I honestly really hate goodbyes.

Even if people get out of my life, I tend to remember them especially if they taught me something or gave me a valuable advice. How many times do we remember a person, that is now a stranger, who previously taught us something?

These lessons and advice can’t actually be learned at school or at university. At the time being, they seem tedious and meaningless but they have strongly impacted our life by changing the details of it. For example, I once had an old helpful colleague called Mirna. We worked together for almost 3 years at New Horizons Computer Learning Center. In 2006, I bought my first car and Mirna was going with me to the gym after work when she suddenly noticed that I don’t know how to use the brakes smoothly. And, this is when Mirna taught me how to effectively step on the brake pedals in a way that increased my safety as well as others’ safety, and helped me better preserve my car. A year after, I stopped working with Mirna but every time I smoothly push down on the brakes I am reminded of the lesson she had taught me. I remember her regardless of the fact that we rarely talk over the phone or on Facebook.

In the end, she’s the one who taught me. Mirna might not remember it but I do. Maybe that’s why we never forget our teachers. And that’s also why I make sure to give my students small tips and advice that are helpful to their lives. I actually love teaching what seem to be small things to people even if they are strangers. It’s not because I want them to remember me but because it can impact their daily lives.

You can’t imagine how many people I remember every day because of the details they added to my life. Whether they are still part of it or not, I still have that inner smile that warms me whenever I apply the lessons taught.

Everytime I push down on the brake's pedal smoothly, I remember you Mirna
Everytime I search for my IP address, I remember you Kamel
Everytime I turn on the heater in my car, I remember you Imad
Everytime I receive Oprah's quotes by email, I remember you Iman
Everytime I use Photoshop, I remember you Elisa
Everytime I say good morning, I love you or I miss you in Armenian, I remember you Gassia
Everytime I do the happy dance, I remember you Nadine
Everytime I cook sweet potatoes, I remember you Farah
Everytime I read marketing articles, I remember you Rabih
Everytime I use the curler to do my hair, I remember you Sahar
And everytime I open this blog to write a post, I remember you Natheer

Thank you all. Some of you are mentioned and others are not, but that does not mean you didn't leave your mark on both my heart and my life. To wrap things up, and as Mike Lancaster said: "I think that's what we all want, in the end. To know that we left footprints when we passed by, however briefly."

Thursday, November 28, 2013

عدتُ إلى دياري

من خلال متابعتي  على الفيسبوك لصفحات طرابلس مثل We Love Tripoli وسلام وتقوى خاصةً بعد الانفجارين، ،تعجبت لكثرة حب الطرابلسيين الكبير والمختلف لمدينتهم .
الشهر الماضي، ذهبت لزيارة طرابلس. ما إن وصلت مع صديقي الذي تربّى وعاش هناك حتى قال بلهجةٍ طرابلسية: "لايكا ما أحلاها ليكا، يسلملي عينا ما أحلاها". فتعجبت، لماذا يحب صديقي مدينته إلى هذا الحد؟
الأسبوع الماضي عدت إلى طرابلس لحضور TEDxAzmiStreet. كل الموجودين، من منظمين ومحاضرين ومشاركين، كانوا يتكلمون عن طرابلس تماماً كما يفعل صديقي: "ما في أحلى من المينا، ما في أحلى من ساحة النور، ما في أحلى من شارع عزمي، ما في أحلى من طرابلس الفيحاء". فتساءلت: "ما هو سر حبهم الكبير لمدينتهم؟"
حينها تذكرت صديقاً آخر لي من بلدة القليعة على الحدود الجنوبية. إستبدل سيارته بأخرى مصروفها أقل حتى يتمكن من العودة كل يوم إلى ضيعته. كنت دائماً أقول له: "طيّب خليك هون شو يلي جابرك؟" فيجيب بلهفة: "ما فيني بدي اطلع على الضيعة. برتاح!!"
غريب!! لم أحب يوماً بيروت بهذه الطريقة! بل على العكس، لطالما كنت أقول لأمي: "ماما نحن ليش ما عنا ضيعة؟" وفي يوم أجابتني ممازحة بعد أن سئمت من هذا السؤال: "بدي جوزك واحد من الضيعة وإرتاح منك."
ثم تذكرت فتاةً تركية كان تجلس بجانبي على متن الطائرة في طريق عودتنا من لندن إلى اسطمبول. بدأت حينها الفتاة تكلمني عن سبب ذهابها لتعيش في لندن وكيف أنها اشتاقت لأهلها وتتوق شوقاً للوصول. فقلت حينها في نفسي: "حدا بصحلّو يعيش بلندن؟" عندما وصلنا فوق اسطمبول وبدأت الطائرة بالهبوط قالت لي: "انظري إلى اسطمبول، وأخيراً وصلنا". ثم بكت. وطبعاً أبكتني معها. بعد المحطة في مطار اسطمبول، وأنا عائدة إلى بيروت، بدأت أشعر بالحزن: "يي هلأ بدي إرجع ع بيروت، وبدي إرجع على العجقة والشغل...ليه ما فيني ضل بلندن؟"وما إن وصلت الطائرة ليلاً فوق بيروت،  نظرت من النافذة فأدمعت عيناي: "ياي شو حلوة بيروت من الطيارة." كانت هي المرة الأولى التي شعرت فيها بحنين لبيروت.   
منذ ٦ أشهر سافرت إلى دبي وهناك التقيت بقريبٍ لي يعيش في الامارات منذ فترة طويلة. سألني: "كيف بيروت؟". طبعاً هو لم  يكن يسأل عن بيروت. بل جمع بسؤاله البسيط كل ما يربطه بمدينته بيروت: "كيف ماما وبابا واخواتي و كل العيله والجيران؟ كيف رفقات المدرسة وعمو الاوتوكار؟ كيف رفقات الجامعة؟ كيف الحمرا والصنايع والمنارة والروشة والأسواق والاشرفية والمدينة الرياضية؟ كيف كل شي؟"
عندما استرجعت كل هذه الأحداث، وتذكرت هؤلاء الأشخاص الذين يشتاقون لمدينتهم ولديارهم، عرفت لماذا تستيقظ صديقتي باكراً كل يوم لتأتي من الشوف إلى بيروت حيث تعمل، ثم تعود إلى ضيعتها عند الخامسة متحديةً تعب النهار. عرفت لماذا يركض صديقي مسرعاً بعد عمله كل يوم ليصل إلى ضيعته في الجنوب. عرفت لماذا يتحدى صديقي صعوبات المواصلات من بيروت إلى طرابلس في نهاية الأسبوع ليرى طرابلس ولو ليومين، ولو ليومٍ واحد. عرفت لماذا يشتاق المغتربون للبنان ويحبونه بطريقة تختلف عنا.
أيقنت حينها أني لم أحب بيروت بهذه الطريقة لأنني لم اضطر لتركها أبداً. ولكنني إن تركتها يوماً فحتماً سأشتاق إليها وسأقف لأتكلم عنها بحب وشغف تماماً كما فعل أهل طرابلس في TEDxAzmiStreet.

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Thursday, November 7, 2013

The true you

I am not perfect and so you are. No one is perfect. We all have our own weaknesses and we all do mistakes. The good thing is that if, we really have enough awareness and maturity, we can work on controlling these weaknesses but we can never do a major change.

I tried hard to change lots of my weaknesses. Experience, practice, reading, life coaching and even some therapy sessions did help me work on changing some of them. Being emotional and sensitive, for example, was one of the things that I couldn't change. I am sure you know the kind of problems and shocks that sensitive persons face in their life. They can be easily hurt. I, personally, went through lots of breakdowns because of my sensitivity and I tried hard to get rid of it but in vain. I surely became stronger while getting older, but I never changed 100%. Sensitivity is here and will always be.

I have as well another weakness that most of compassionate people have. This weakness is not always here. It appears when I am hurt by the people I love. God knows how many times I tried to change it, to remove it, to destroy it, but again in vain. I read a lot about it, I even attended some therapy sessions to change it but it never did. Few days ago, it was there and I was surprised by the way it controlled me. You can’t imagine how bad and angry I felt. I was upset with myself: Why I am allowing AGAIN such a weakness to make me unhappy? Why it didn't change? Why I didn't grow up?

All these whys didn't help me. What helped me this time is the inner conversation and the memories of all painful feelings and bad outcomes caused before by this weakness. I asked myself one simple question: " if I don’t control it, what would be the outcome?" It will surely be a very hurtful one. This answer didn't remove the pain inside of me but it helped me protect myself and get out of the situation. At that moment, I realized that I was still the same person, but now I am more experienced in dealing with my own weaknesses.

And here’s the lesson I've learned: Your weaknesses will show up again suddenly, unconsciously. They will always be there. They won’t change. They are your identity and they are what make you unique and different. But don’t ever allow them to ruin your life, your relationship, your dignity and your happiness. Use your previous experience, pain and shocks, to control them.

In my opinion, don’t try to change yourself. Don’t put energy on changing the true you. Instead, work on self-development to control your weaknesses and adapt with them. As Pat Summit said: “No one feels strong when she examines her own weakness. But in facing weakness, you learn how much there is in you, and you feel real strength.”

Photos by Natheer Halawani

Thursday, October 24, 2013

A moment when you need to feel free

There are small things in life we wish to do but unfortunately we never had the courage to do them even though they might be costless and take no time. Walking under the rain is one of those things that I had on my wish list since I was a child, but I never dared to do it. I can’t clearly define the reason behind my hesitation. It could be because I am afraid of getting sick or ruining my shoes, jeans or simply my hair. Silly reasons no?

Not a long time ago, I started asking myself why I am not really doing what makes me happy. What is the thing that’s stopping me from enjoying precious moments in my life? And, why am I not being able to remove simple things from my check list? It was then that I decided to start ENJOYING and DOING what I want to do. Unfortunately, walking under the rain was still on the list until last week.

Last Friday, I was visiting Tripoli with a dear friend. The old souk and the castle were one of those to-do things since 2006 and finally, I did it. You can’t imagine how free and happy this made me. It was like seeing the souk and the castle for the first time. Thanks to my friend, I took my time enjoying the walk and contemplating every single detail: The streets, the mosques, the houses, the faces …everything! We were buying Ma'amoul when it started raining heavily and since we didn't have an umbrella, the owner, a sweet old man, invited us to wait in the shop until the rain stops.  Although I wanted to enjoy the rain, I was happy to stay there and have a chance to look at the way the Lebanese sweets were displayed taking back to many of my childhood memories. At the end of our trip, we decided to go to Mina, a must see area in Tripoli. While walking and taking beautiful photos of the sea and the boats, it started raining heavily again. My friend, his brother and I started running seeking a shelter in vain. Laughing like crazy, we kept on running trying to reach a taxi.  

At that moment, I couldn't but be worried. Then, I asked myself, why?
Here’s how I answered this question:  “Soha, It is just happening right now, a thing that you always wanted to do. Why don’t you just enjoy it? It is surely a Gift from God, especially that it was not planned for today. Instead of being worried, you can simply wash your worries away with the rain along with your soaked hair and drowned clothes. What is the worst thing that can happen? Getting down with the flu? Then, it is the easiest problem on earth that can be solved with a warm shower and a hot cup of tea. Let’s just enjoy the RAIN!!”
This internal monologue suddenly changed my laugh and made it deeper and FREE.

I am sure that ruining a happy moment, by worrying instead of simply enjoying, happened to many of you. This is probably because you’re facing lots of problems or maybe you’re worrying about the future. But, every time this happens, you must ask yourself three simple questions:
  • Am I hurting myself?
  • Am I doing anything that can hurt someone else or at least people I love?
  •  Am I doing anything that’s against my values?

If the answer to all of the above is no, then there is no reason to be worried. You have the full and unconditional right to enjoy the moment. Just forget about the problems you’re facing because I am sure they won’t be solved on the spot. Forget about what will happen next, because you don’t know and you can never know what the future holds. Free yourself from everything and ENJOY. As Pearl S. Buck said: “Many people lose the small joys, in hope for the big happiness”.

didn't want to lose the small joys in Tripoli. I walked under the rain laughing like crazy, happy and FREE. I enjoyed it and it was an amazing and unforgettable moment.

I just felt FREE!

Timothy singing freely with his parents

Thursday, October 17, 2013

أهلاً بك أيها العيد

هم ليسوا فقراء ولا أطفال محرومون من ثياب العيد وألعابه. ربما يملكون ما يكفي من المال لشراء ما يريدون و لكن الحزن يملأ قلبهم ليلة العيد.

لا يملك ذلك الشاب، الذي تخفي عيناه البراقتان حزناً ملأ قلبه، من العيد سوى ذكريات طفولة ملأ الصراخ والشجار ليالي أعيادها. لا يذكر أنه حظى يوماً ب "جمعة العيد" حيث تعلو الضحكات في بيت "العيله". كيف هو هذا البيت على أي حال؟
وتلك الفتاة كرهت العيد منذ طفولتها أيضاً. فرغم الثياب الثمينة والنزهات كان هناك دائماً  ما ينقص في العيد، عاطفته. ترى كيف هي تلك الغمرة العميقة؟
وفتاة أخرى لطالما عاشت وحدة العيد. فلا عائلة متماسكة ولا فرح على وجوه أهلها. لم يكن لديها ما يسليها في العيد سوى صديقات تظل تراسلهن منذ اليوم الأول فيأتي الرد موجعاً بعد طول انتظار: "بتعرفي أول يوم عند تيتا وثاني يوم عند خالي. بركي ثالث يوم منعمل شي!!" لم تدرك صديقاتها الاثر الذي كان يتركه ذلك الجواب. ألم الوحدة والإنتظار من جديد.

تعددت الأسباب ولكن النتيجة واحدة: كره للعيد ولياليه وزينته.
منهم من يغلبه الكره فيظل يرافقه لسنوات ومنهم من يتمرد على واقعه فيحتفل بالعيد على طريقته. فتراه في العيد يسرع لزرع البسمة والمحبة أينما استطاع. يضيئ الساحات و يملأ شوارع المدينة بضحكات الأطفال ويوزع حلوى العيد ويزور المستشفيات.
تخرج نشاطاته البعيدة القريبة من واقعه ما في داخله من حزن وذكريات، فتحولها إلى فرح عارم يملأ كل مكان.

هكذا هو، لا ينكسر أمام الوحدة، فيحتفل ويضحك ويرقص ويلعب محولا" "عيدٌ بأية حالٍ عدت يا عيد" إلى "أهلاً بك أيها العيد".

Thursday, October 10, 2013

A story of a survivor

In May 2012, I had the chance to participate in a program called CSR in Action. Participants had to apply Corporate Social Responsibility practices by working in a group of three on a sustainable project that helps the Lebanese community.

I personally worked with 2 other women on a cause that we really believe in: helping people fighting chronic diseases to find a job. Unfortunately, one of the team members left the group one month later due to personal reasons. And, here I am, working on a project, called Forsati, with one partner, a young, friendly, enthusiastic and extremely hard worker lady, Rima.

Forsati’s main mission was to help people with special medical conditions such as thalassemia, hemophilia, multiple sclerosis and others, to find a suitable job opportunity in Lebanon and to be financially and psychologically independent even if they depend on medication. Well, it was definitely a new yet hard to apply idea especially in Lebanon where there isn't a law to protect those people from discrimination while working or searching for a job.

Ever since our first meeting as a group during the workshop, I have been told that Rima is a cancer survivor. She had Leukemia in the past, of which she was cured and is living a very healthy life ever since. I worked with her on Forsati for 6 months. During this period, we were seeing each other every day to work, discuss ideas and assign tasks. We partnered with some corporate institutions and NGOs in Lebanon, we recruited candidates, we organized events and we even created a motivational video about a person suffering from heart disease. Everything we worked on was hard but we were extremely passionate and motivated.

As a marketer, I didn't find difficulties in doing all the activities but discovering the chronic diseases, meeting with the candidates and interviewing them was something unusual and different. Although I was a member in the Lebanese Red Cross, youth section, and I've already worked with lots of unprivileged people, this time it was different because I had to ask our candidates very sensitive and personal questions related to their medical problems and their capacities. In this area, Rima was the expert. She knew what to ask them during the interview. She knew how to approach them and how to address them. In her eyes I could easily see the fact that one day she was feeling what they’re feeling and that was the different part. In addition to the technical terms to some diseases, medicines and kinds of treatments, I was learning from her the skills of interviewing candidates who are suffering and looking for hope. She was just excellent! She was relying on me concerning the marketing which is an easy part compared to what she was doing during the interviews and while matching the vacancies we have with the candidates' profiles and capabilities. At the end, any team can work on the business part with the help of a mentor but no one can easily deal with those people and help them the way she did.

During our last week and while we were preparing our final report, I finally had the courage to ask her about her story. She told me what she went through and how she fought the disease with strength and faith. When she saw tears in my eyes, she tried to reassure me by saying: “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I am fine now. It has been 4 years and I am healthy, my tests results are amazing. I am really happy”. 

Rima's positivity and strength were so inspirational they made me ask myself: If Rima hadn't had cancer one day, would she be able to work on this project the same way? Would she had the same passion while dealing with Forsati candidates? Definitely not.

Forsati didn't win the final prize but it was one of the best projects, and people’s feedback was amazing not only because we worked hard, but because there was a painful story behind it.
I remember in Helen movie where Helen and her friend were suffering from a clinical depression. Helen’s husband asked her about this friend: “What does make her so special?" Helen simply answered: “She doesn't ask me what I feel…she knows”.

One day, Rima knew and felt what Forsati’s candidates were feeling and this was the secret of our success.

Rima is celebrating today her 5th year of winning the cancer’s fight. This post is dedicated to her and to all survivors.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

A Heartbreak

I've been hearing a lot lately about people going through what you may call “post-breakup syndrome”. It’s that special person you deeply loved and spent what seemed like eternity with, built dreams together and planned the future, together as well, that I’m talking about here.

If you are in a post-breakup now, you might feel sad, angry, tired and lonely. You might be suffering from sleepless nights, loss of appetite and low self-esteem. And the hardest symptom is a big pain in your chest. You simply can't breathe. You think it’s the end of your life and you can't see your "tomorrow".

The bad news is that there is no medicine that can cure that pain immediately and make you feel better. But, here are some tips that can help you kill that terrible pain.


No one can fully understand what you are really feeling deep inside except God. So Pray. Ask God to help you handle this and to enlighten your way.  If you want to have a peaceful heart that is free from hate and pain, prayers are the answers. And believe me, God will answer you, sooner or later.


Crying is amazing. It's OK to cry. It doesn't mean you are a weak person, not at all. Crying helps you feel better, it helps your eyes and your heart. If you can't cry, try to scream. Go with a good friend to a place where you can do one big scream. WOW! Trust me I've tried it many times when I was suffering from these hard symptoms and it worked like a charm.

Don’t listen to negative people:

You’re probably trying to talk to a friend, your sister, your brother or any other person who’s ready to listen. Usually, some people think they are helping you when they say: “Stop crying, you don’t deserve him/her”, or, “you deserve another guy, a real man”, or, “It’s your fault so now you learned”, or, “I told you he’s not the right one” etc.
Oh My God!! Well, it might be your fault and yes you deserve to be happy but this is the last thing you need to know right now. You will discover all this later and by your own. At this moment, you’re suffering. What you need is a huge hug, a lot of compassion, a sprinkle of positive vibes and a whole lot of cheering.

Keep yourself busy: Hang out, volunteer, exercise

  1. Hang out! When I was going through this, a friend of mine tried to help me by saying: “Soha, please don’t stay alone”. She was totally right. Walking along the sea alone so you can relax is the worst thing you can do. It won’t help. What really helps is to hang out with good, positive and funny friends. Also, meeting new ones and discovering new places are excellent ideas because new things don’t remind you of your past and they might help you know yourself even better.
  2. Volunteer! Helping the community is one of the greatest activities you can do to feel better especially if it’s with kids, elders or poor people. Seeing their problems and what they are going through will make you see your problem much smaller. In addition, the effort you’ll be doing to draw a smile on their face will cheer you up as well. As Booker Washington said: “if you want to lift yourself up, lift up someone else”. Don’t forget the new people you will meet and the team work you will be doing that can add value to your life.
  3. Exercise! We all know that sports activities help fight depression. If you don’t have money to go to the gym, you can subscribe to some YouTube channels like Befit and exercise 3 times per week or more. Well, I am not a sports expert but the best advice I can give you here is to undergo a body combat or a kick boxing class. They will make you think like you’re hitting you ex on their face. For sure you won’t do it in real life (you should not do it at all), that’s why those classes are pretty good. 
PS: Kids, don’t do this at home.  
Make your dreams come true:

For me, what happened was a wake-up call. It was like someone slapped me on my face and woke me up to say: “You had dreams. Where are they?”
So I started working on making them come true. I started by the biggest one: my masters’ degree. Although, it was really hard to do it due to my financial situation at that time but I said to myself, no matter what I will do it and NOW. So I took a loan and did it. I made it come true and made other smaller dreams come true as well like travelling, attending the concert of my favorite singer and many others.
Achieving dreams and success is the biggest retaliation you might be seeking right now. So think about yourself again, think about your dreams and do things that will really make you a happier, deeper and more successful person. Do things that will make you extremely proud of yourself.

Use the above tips or do whatever you want to do to get rid of that pain but don’t do anything that might hurt you or make you lose your dignity. Remember that what’s happening now is temporary and you’ll be surprised how it will change by time, maybe slowly, but it will change.
I want to wrap this post up by an amazing quote by Regina Brett that I love: Time heals almost everything, give time time”. Once you do, you will suddenly discover a new you: a stronger and wiser person.

Thursday, September 26, 2013 blog

I finally have my OWN blog! Six months ago, the idea of having my own blog had hit me, though decisive, hesitation was always there mostly because of my not-so-strong English language skills. Then, two of my friends who knew the reason behind having a blog encouraged me to do it and offered their copy writing skills.

The reason is my thoughts. Thoughts that are related to all the tough problems I faced in life that made me hurt, angry, scared and even unstable sometimes. But, at the same time, they shaped my personality and made me a positive strong person yet sensitive and humanitarian.
I truly believe that lots of people might be passing through similar troubles and they are fighting by their own to get out of them. Yes, we learn from our own problems and faults. We grow up because of them. We become stronger. But sometimes, others’ stories can change our perception and inspire us. So, I had that feeling to share with readers, through “Sohappened”, my experience in self-dealing with my problems, how I overcame them and how I look at them now.

I really hope that my posts can make a difference in reader’s life and do small changes to their life, small changes that matter.

Welcome to my blog!