Reading routines tag & sexy book covers!

hey there!

so basically this post is about two things:

 1- the tag which i found on youtube and i wanted to do here

2- the sexy book covers where i am going to show you books with covers that i like and it's originally Booksandquills 's idea ..

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reading routines tag

1. When do you read?

when ever i feel like it mostly in school

2. Where do you read?

like i said in school during my boring classes xD

3. How many books do you read at one time?

it depends though i don't have a problem in reading more then one book at one time because i think every book has its own personality so it's hard to get lost between the stories or ideas

4. Do you take breaks in between your reading?

sometimes i have to like when my mom calls me or if i need to eat or drink something

5. Do you skim through books?

yeah but no to read what will happen just to see when will the chapter end

6. How long/fast does it take for you to finish a book?

it depends on the book if its really interesting i have no problem in finishing it in a day or two

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sexy book covers

Life by Paulo Coelho

The sense of an ending by Julian Barnes

The book of tomorrow by Cecelia Ahern

Before i go to sleep by SJ Waston

Half life by Roopa Farooki

I'm your own title! by Hmoud Khuraibet

صباحاتي سكر لـ رانيا السعد

The lemur by Jhon Bsnville

Attachment by Isabel Fonseca

confession : sometimes i'll buy a random book just because i loved the cover .. !

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if you wanna do the tag or  post your sexy books cover please do and tell us about it ;D 

حين أتت بفستانها الأبيض..

خرجت من العمل مبكراً ولا أعلم إلى أين وجهتي لكني أعلم إني لا أريد الرجوع إلى المنزل ، ذالك المنزل الخاوي من كل شيء إلى ذكراها ، رحت أمشي بين المحلات تحت البناية التي اعمل فيها و طيفها يداعبني قليلاً هنا و قليلاً هناك ، لم أستقل سيارتي فقد أصبحت أسير بلا هدى هكذا فقط لأني أريد بلا غرض أو هدف.

 أرى إنعكاسي على باب إحدى المحلات أرى رجلاً أوشك على توديع العشرينات من عمره جسد بلا روح يعاني فراغاً أليماً في قلبه لا يعرف كيف يصلحه أو كيف ينساه، ما حدث ذاك اليوم لم يكن سهلاً و كيف له أن يكون بعد الفاجعه التي حدثت؟، أمسح و جهي و أزفر بقوة لما كل الأشياء تقودني ليوم أرغب بتناسيه ؟؟ يوم الفقدان الأكبر!

 أرجع إلى سيارتي مثقل الخطوات و كأني أجر خيبات العالم كله على كتفي وحدي، و أقود عائداً إلى منزلي\سجني\المي، يستغربون لماذا ما زلت أعيش هنا و الكوابيس تطاردني كل ليله رغم الحزن المركون في كل زاويه و طعم الألم في كل وجبه أأكلها و حيداً، إلا أن تلك الإطارات الموزعه على الجدارن تدفئ ما بقي من وجودي لأننا أحياناً بعد فراق الأحبه نكون مخلصين لما بقي منهم و إن كانت صوره أخذت لنا في الخامس و العشرين من شهر سبتمبر  ـ شهرها المفضل ـ  موضوعه في إطار ذهبي اصرت على أن نشتريه في عطلتنا التي قضيناها في أحضان لندن، أو ربما هي رائحة عطرهم المفضل الذي كنا نتذمر منه لانه يسبب لنا الصداع، نعم مازال هناك وفاء للأشياء الماديه التي تركوها بعد رحيلهم و لا أعلم إلى متى هذا الوفاء للأشياء الجامده التي لا تحتضني.

 أغلق الباب من خلفي بعد الوصول أرمي معطفي على الكنبه و أشاهد تلفازاً لا لشيء فقط لكي أنسى، أنظرإلى باب غرفة جمعتنا و أرجع نظري إلى المعطف أنتظر صوتاً يعاتبني لما لا ضعه في الخزانه هل أنا حقاً عاجز ؟ أم هناك جزء في داخلي مصر بأننا لو رغبنا بشيء حقاً سنحصل عليه حتى و إن فقدناه للأبد!، أكذب على نفسي و أصدقني و مازال المعطف على الكنبه يهزء بي بصمت، و اغفو من تعبي دون وعي فهذا التعب أعياني لأصحو على صوت المنبه إنه يوم عملٍ جديد أتصل  على المدير لأتغيب عن العمل و أتعذر بالزكام و لأنه فصل الشتاء فالعذر مقبول و أخفي حقيقة أمري فالحقيقة إني مصاب بحمى الإشتياق!

 أتوجه إلى الحمام الذي في غرفتنا لأغسل وجهي و ياليتني أستطيع غسلها من ذاكرتي فهي مطبوعه كالوشم \ كالنحت معجونه في كل أجزائي، و بطريقي يعاتبني سريراً كان يذيبنا معاً و بعد رحيلها هجرته و كيف لي أن أنام فيه ؟ من سينام على صدري من بعدها ؟ رغم كرها لرائحة التبغ المعلقه فيني إلا أنها لم تشتكي و ظلت تنام كالطفله الصغيره فصدري كان وسادتها المفضله، ياترى هل تعلم بأني توقفت عن التدخين بعد رحيلها ؟

 وتبدأ السماء بالبكاء معي و أعلم حينها بأني لست وحدي ولأنك كنتِ تحبين المطر هاهو معي يواسيني يواسي ألمي، و أخرج إلى الشارع لتغمرني دموع السماء  أرفع يدي أعاتب أقداراً سلبتك مني، أصارخ و يعلو صوتي “ لماذا!!لماذا!! إرجعي إلي فأنا مازلت هنا!” اهوي على الأرض فقدماي لا تقويان على حملي يعانقني الشارع مع غطاء المطر و رحت أبكي بكاءً كاليوم الذي أخبروني فيه بأني فقدتك يوم قالو لي بأن قلبك الصغير ودع الحياة، لم يكن خطأك هو من سبب الحادث لكنه عاش و متي أنتِ ! إلهي لما تعاقبني على ذنبٍ لم أقترفه؟ أرى وجوهاً بدأت تتجمع حولي و أنا مازلت أصرخ مازلت أبكي، لكنها هنا! إني أراها ترتدي فستانها الأبيض تمد يدها لأتبعها أقوم من على الأرض لألحق هذا الجمال الذي زارني بعد إنقطاع يعم الهدوء أرى الناس تتزاحم على جسدٍ ملقى يطهره المطر أرى وجهه إنه أنا لقد رحلت من عندهم و تبعتها هي إلي عالمٍ يجمعنا من جديد ...

I'm in love

Love is a well known word, everybody sings about it, talks about it, writes about it but what's love really ? 

everyone has their own definition. some sort of. people think that love is all about having that one person that you can see your future with and you know deep inside that he\she is the one because they make your life perfect, they make it a whole,and that's not wrong .. i guess, i think it's kinda sweet to believe in such thing but some people take it to the extreme they desperately " search" for love or for that one person, and by search i mean they hook up with every opportunity they have hoping it will work just fine!, it's like they're putting their heart out there unguarded and everyone can step in ! and that's WRONG!!!!!

You don't search for love love finds you, because no matter how hard you hate some one or you want to love some one you can't force your heart to do it, it's his job not ours, and yes we may fall for the wrong person along the way it's totally fine you just need to get up fix your heart and move on !, I know what are you guys thinking " easier said than done"  i agree it's not easy but it's not impossible, believe me in this life we always find those who we meant to find it's a universal rule ... or just mine either way  it works, so don't force your self to love someone don't try to search for love, you're heart isn't a toy and please don't misbehave in the name of love don't ruin the only magic we have on this earth !

I've crossed numbers of girls that say " i want to have a boyfriend " " i want to be in love" " i want my own fairy tale " , i understand that love is sweet and everybody wants a taste of it but when the time is right you will so BE PATIENT people  focus on the small things that are served by\with love, like your best friend hug or your parents smile even the rain drops in the grass and the cool breeze in the morning, love is everywhere [ feel it .. embrace it .. and finally share it ]

PS: if you ever wondered about the possibility of loving more than one person in the same time i have the answer and it's yes it could happen because right now I'M IN LOVE with two guys in the same time , the first one is Carter from night school and the second one is Tom Hiddleston " Loki" .. <333

^

Tom 

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in twitter i asked " what's love" and these the answers i got :

Noura : Love is a misused term that's been manipulated with these days. Love is family .

Fajer : من عمري مادري جم وانا اكتب عن الحب وللحين ماتوصلت للاجابة على هالسؤال ‎:)‏)) !! الحب هو الحب وكفى

Ja'afar : no one can describe love until one himself experience it. But personally, love is the most incredible feeling of all time.

Mariam : You cant put your finger on what love is exactly by definition, everyone feels & defines love in their way.

Shaima'a : love cant be explained by words .. Love is simply love it show in your actions ur behavior ur laugh ur eyes even ur tears

Shahad : Love can be either the best feeling in the world or the worst.

Anwar : 3 dates and زواج مخافر after.

Adnan : love can be broken to parts, i only found 1 part, that is knowing the other partner cares for u, good luck finding the rest

Sumaia : haven't tried it yet, but I've heard good things.

Fatma : Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because in someways they complete you. 

Hmoud : Everyone feels it in his own way, you can't explain it .. some people can love their pets and find some sort of love in it.. it can the best feeling or the worst..      

God's judgments Vs people's

it's crazy when you think about how people try so hard to change you into something you're not , or what more crazy than that is when they judge you without really knowing you ! i mean who the hell you think you are going around judging people ?!

i mean why can't we all live peacefully with each other ? why can't we accept the fact that we are not the same and may never be and it's perfectly fine because that's what make life fun discovering new things and new people right ?

i spent years of my life thinking im weird because i liked things other girls in my age didn't , and i thought i was wrong because i believed _ still do_ in things that my society doesn't believe in  , and because i didn't know that i wasn't actually alone in this i kept the real me hidden so i wont get judge by others and maybe they will give me a break about it ..!

but i was WRONG! i shouldn't done that now i understand and i can clearly see the importance of being me ... 100% me because you're not really living if you weren't living in your shoes ! , so i'm embracing my shoes .. my personality and i thought it's going to be easy .... but boy was i wrong! , people are giving me hell it's like im ruining their life or something ! and you know what hurt the most ? my family aren't really supportive in this point and maybe because they still don't get it they don't understand .. maybe ? idk xD

i know i'm not going to reach the point where every one im going to meet will like me or be ok with who i am and yeah i guess it wont be easy but im ok with it now or at least im trying my best to be , cause i know it as much as you do that we can't really do a thing to change peoples mind so let's just have fun with our self and not worry about others thoughts about us or judgments because in then end God's judgment is what really matter not theirs ;) 

photo by Glynnis Jonckheere

The war

words wont rhyme in her paper

thoughts can't get out of her mind 

trying to speak but there's no words

she left it all in her soul .. unspoken

where's the hero ? .. where's her savior ?

where's the miracle her mama told her to believe in ? 

it's her against the world

in the army of no one

facing this fear alone

in a land she doesn't call home

even her shadow ran away

no angels her to save her

only demons to escape from

people curse , cry and keep on fighting ..

chasing after their own tail not realizing they're moving in circles

all they want to do is break her

for having faith in time where churches are burning down is a sin 

she's not scared , she's brave

she will even take her dreams to the grave

there's no giving up ..

cause the truth is Cristal clear for those who seeks it 

" it's now or never" she thought

" it's now or never" she yelled   

fighting alone .. winning the war

she got what she want 

bleeding with love

she got her self back !