A father and dad, two roles, one extraordinary person. You brought me into this world and selflessly took on the responsibility of nurturing, loving, and caring for me. Your wisdom guides me, your protection shields me, and your provision sustains me. Your strength and love are unwavering, even when worries and sentimentality aren't always visible. Your heart overflows with love, and I'm forever grateful for your unwavering presence. Without you, there's no me. Thank you for being my rock, my shelter, my guiding light, and my everything. On this Father's Day and always, I celebrate you, honor you, and love you more than words can express.

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Whispers in the Garden

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I'm fading away. Is it my shell of a body or my soul that fades? I'm leaving without a return. My inner self is crying for freedom, but there is no exit. My mind wanders, searching for my lost body and soul. My heart is pure and strong, that's gilding my mind to some serenity. But the inner me is too shattered, like a mirror beyond repair. I'm all dispersed, making my entire self fade. Can my heart be my savior before I become completely faded out?!

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"What if the world stops spinning, still and gray? What will I do? Will I know the way? Maybe yes, maybe no, my mind will stray, no destination, no direction. Free as a bird, soaring, yet lost in the fray, my body rests, but my mind is aware. Seeing nothing but darkness, hearing only silence there. Yet, in the quiet, my thoughts begin to roam, exploring the depths of my soul, my heart, my home. But what if my mind stops soaring, no longer free? What does it mean? Is the world no longer on pause but turning with glee? Who will ever know? Only time will tell. If the world awakens, and my heart starts to swell.

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My name, Neesa, meaning "holy" and "pure" in Arabic, says it's holy and pure? Is that who I am? Or just my name? As I reflect on this, I wonder...

Do I embody the purity and holiness that my name represents? Should I seek within myself to find that pureness and holiness? Can I spread my wings and embody the beauty and transformation that my name represents? Embracing my true identity as Neesa, I am free to spread my wings and soar.

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You are 7 hours ahead of most of the world, yet when you check my time, you count backward. When you speak, your words are reversed to me, and when you write, they're written in reverse. Are you truly ahead, or are you just behind? Why does your time move forward while you wait for me to catch up? Should you pause, allowing me to sync with your pace, or should we find a way to harmonize our steps despite the time difference? How can we move in tandem, like two hearts beating as one, in this life where time and space entwine?

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Happy Mother's Day! Today, we celebrate all mothers, mothers-to-be, and mothers to all. But a mother's love and dedication deserve to be cherished every day, not just today. We honor the strength of a woman who carries a precious new life for 6 to 9 months, or sometimes longer, nurtures and molds a tiny, precious soul. We acknowledge the countless sacrifices mothers make daily – the sleepless nights, the endless worries, and the selfless, unconditional love – to provide for and protect their children. How can we express our gratitude, not just today, but every day? Happy Mother's Day, I love you.

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"You hear my voice, feel my presence,
Smell my scent, but I'm nowhere in sight.
You search around, seeking my face,
But why can't you see me? You think it's a dream, but it's not.
You call out my name, but I don't answer.
Feeling lost, you close your eyes, hoping to wake up,
But my voice is even closer than before.
Should you be scared? You don't hear my words?
Only my voice, a melody you adore.
I know you're with me, that makes you happy,
Though you can't see me, you miss me so much!
And in the darkness, my voice is your light!"

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Like a baseball soaring full speed, miles away,
Do I stand still and face that ball, hoping it falls to the ground?
Or should I be the one to fall, embracing the inevitable?
My mind is thinking, but quick is the body reacting -

Am I doomed to fall, or do I prevail?

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"Life! Is life staring at me from the mirror, crying out to me? Do I hear life's pleas, or am I faded out? Do I simply stare back, unsure how to respond to the cries within me? Courage does not always roar. Sometimes silence in the mirror says it all in finding one's true self and identity. So I surrender to life's cries in the mirror."

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