I feel tired tonight. I actually feel soar and my body aches from all the walking and working out in the gym. I’m not in the mood to write. I just want to go to bed. It was a beautiful day; I think I’m going to love the fall. The leaves fall, a new season begins; it’s a fresh start to get rid of the summer. In sociology we talked about how human beings can never really be alone because we always have internal thoughts about other people. Even in dreams they’re with us. But I still think I’m alone…and I don’t like it too much. Sometimes I just want to belong to someone. I want someone to have power over me; I’m tired of making my own decisions.
The first thing I think about when I wake up is coffee. I love the smell, but I mostly love the comfort it provides. It makes me forget what is happening in the outside world. It makes me feel okay. It reminds me that I am alive and that I have a lot to be thankful for. During the day, I edit web content. At night and on weekends, I sing and jam with a guitarist. And somewhere in between the day, I write. I write about my immigration to the States as a child. I write about my father growing older and my fear of losing him. I write about the common loss immigrants share. What I would like to achieve mostly is to become a better person. I like to help make the world a better place. I am bothered by poverty and homelessness. I am bothered by inequality. As a woman growing up in the Middle East, I naturally became a feminist. I care about women's rights, their ability to voice their thoughts, to sing freely. I love connecting to people. I love hearing their stories. If you have an idea for something I could write or something I can do to help, or if you need music for a small gathering, please message me. View all posts by Elle