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Welcome to our Art Section! We want to use our platform to feature underrated and new artists and writers. Today, we are featuring an incredibly talented young artist named Nourhan Khaled.

Nourhan is a 19-year-old Medical Student who resides in Egypt. Drawing is more than hobby for her, it is an escape from the loud and fast paced nature of reality.

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1-“Your eyes are a galaxy, and your freckles are the escaping stars.”

2-“Our souls scream their torment out to the world daily. We, alone hear them, and push the screaming down.”

3-“Medusa always had a piercing gaze, who knew it would look so meaningful when she eventually became a statue herself.”

4-“But don’t we all know mirrors are portals to the soul?”

Follow Nourhan on Instagram @raneope for more her amazing art.

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Fridays with Afrah!

Hey there! This is Afrah back with another poem (and a conspiracy theory too). I hope you enjoy, please feel free to let me know what you think. Listening to other people’s thoughts and feedback on my work is incredibly important to me, so don’t hesitate to reach out.

Homesick:

I’m homesick for a place I have never known.

A place of calm and quiet, I ache to be there now; somewhere away from the constant internal and external screaming.

I wish to be there now, away from all the thoughts that plague me; in my perfect utopia.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like there, would I love it, or would I grief the loss of all I’ve known.

This rage that I wish to outrun has made me who I am today.

Am I ready to let go of it?

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First Impressions.

By: Rida Bari.

Are first impressions to be trusted? Should we train ourselves to delay making judgements? Does love at first sight exist?

“First impressions are last impressions.” “Make sure you cast a good first impression.” These are some examples of very common phrases that we’ve been hearing since we were old enough to speak. However, are first impressions that essential? Or are they just another source of stress in our already hectic lives?

There’s a lot of toxicity in our society due to first impressions, since they don’t leave room for improvement. If, for example, someone fails to make a good first impression and we judge them on that basis for the rest of their lives, they will never strive for betterment. Furthermore, first impressions can be misleading in a lot of ways i.e a person having a bad day might snap at someone, but only because that’s human nature, and not because they’re rude. We should train ourselves to delay making judgements, to prevent the formation of a cruel and harsh society. To create a compassionate environment, we shouldn’t judge anyone based on something they cannot change.

First impressions rely solely on the fact that you judge someone, based on how they look, or how they act. This is where “love at first sight” comes in to play, as looks can be deceiving. You can become infatuated with someone the first time you meet them, but you cannot fall in love with them since that requires you to know the person. “Love at first sight” is a fairytale concept, according to which, people who aren’t outwardly beautiful do not deserve love.

To conclude, since people come from all walks of life, everyone should be given a fair chance to prove themselves and their abilities, regardless of caste, colour, creed, and financial background. We, as humans, have excelled in all fields of life, except that of humanity, where we’re still standing right where we were a few centuries ago. Let’s move past the childishness of first impressions and preach to our society that first impressions are never the last impressions.

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In My Arms.

Couple Embracing

As you lay here in my arms, I can’t help but wonder if you picture her here in my place.

My mind keeps bringing up scenarios of the two of you. I try hard to push back at them, but they always find a way to run wild.

Maybe you do instinctively think she will be here.

You stop yourself from calling out her name instead of mine.

When you reach out for my hand, a part of you still hopes it’s hers.

I keep dangling these maybes that make my mind a living hell, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

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Fridays With Afrah!

Heya! Welcome to ‘Fridays With Afrah.’ Thanks for tuning in and I hope you enjoy.

You were like stars in the galaxy.

Looking so attractive and glimmering with all your might that it was too hard to resist, and I never once thinking the negative possibilities dove right in.

Flying towards you was a journey I took so much pleasure in being a part of, never imagining what was to come at the end.

And as I got closer, you burned me.

My will, my strength, my love all burning to ashes right in front of me.

Debris of who I once was, falling on me as I slowly collected myself; only to be destroyed again.

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Fridays With Afrah!

Hey! Thank you for tuning into ‘Fridays With Afrah.’ Today I will share with you something that I think is truly wrong with the world. The way we are told to or perhaps we have told our selves to act seemingly invincible to everyone that crosses our path. Even when deep down we are well aware that we are not. So, here it goes. I hope you enjoy!

Why is it that we hide away the pain and the sorrow?

We pretend as if they do not exist. We act as if they don’t have any value in our lives.

We build up this persona of someone who has never felt these bittersweet emotions.

Such perfection, however, leads many to believe that we live perfect lives, as that is what they see.

Those people cease to confess their emotions as they think we would not understand.

This vicious cycle of being “perfect” continues.

The pain and sorrow that we so wishfully hideaway makes us who we are today. Having them does not make us imperfect, it just makes us human.

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The Handprints Inside Us.

Hello and welcome back to Fridays with Afrah. I have a bit of a long poem for you today, I hope you enjoy!

Each day I see the many ways in which we impact the people around us; and they, us.

From when we feel compelled to tell them what we think, to us wanting them to voice their opinion.

We seek to not only affect them but also their validation. We feel incomplete, having not told them. We forget the traces we leave on people, places, and things. We overlook how the words we utter without thought may infect the people we say them to. A seemingly light-hearted comment may hurt the other person deeply. We always underestimate the value our opinion may hold in someone’s eyes. We all have particular handprints inside us.

Someone or someplace that has left its handprint on us, meaning they have influenced us so strongly that we carry that imprint with us throughout our lives. It’s impossible to remove the handprints knowing that they have shaped us into who we are today. Instead of being saddened or regretful towards our experiences, we should learn to be grateful to have had them.

They have been and always will be a huge part of us. We continually wish we could take the darkness we have inside us away; when in reality it, makes us whole.

Each day I see the many ways in which we impact the people around us; and they, us.

From when we feel compelled to tell them what we think, to us wanting them to voice their opinion.

We seek to not only affect them but also their validation. We feel incomplete, having not told them. We forget the traces we leave on people, places, and things. We overlook how the words we utter without thought may infect the people we say them to. A seemingly light-hearted comment may hurt the other person deeply. We always underestimate the value our opinion may hold in someone’s eyes. We all have particular handprints inside us.

Someone or someplace that has left its handprint on us, meaning they have influenced us so strongly that we carry that imprint with us throughout our lives. It’s impossible to remove the handprints knowing that they have shaped us into who we are today. Instead of being saddened or regretful towards our experiences, we should learn to be grateful to have had them.

They have been and always will be a huge part of us. We continually wish we could take the darkness we have inside us away; when in reality it, makes us whole.

Each day I see the many ways in which we impact the people around us; and they, us.

From when we feel compelled to tell them what we think, to us wanting them to voice their opinion.

We seek to not only affect them but also their validation. We feel incomplete, having not told them. We forget the traces we leave on people, places, and things. We overlook how the words we utter without thought may infect the people we say them to. A seemingly light-hearted comment may hurt the other person deeply. We always underestimate the value our opinion may hold in someone’s eyes. We all have particular handprints inside us.

Someone or someplace that has left its handprint on us, meaning they have influenced us so strongly that we carry that imprint with us throughout our lives. It’s impossible to remove the handprints knowing that they have shaped us into who we are today. Instead of being saddened or regretful towards our experiences, we should learn to be grateful to have had them.

They have been and always will be a huge part of us. We continually wish we could take the darkness we have inside us away; when in reality it, makes us whole.

What are the handprints you choose to leave on people?

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Fridays With Afrah.

Welcome to Fridays with Afrah! Every week, I will share a short poem and a conspiracy theory (written by Kate). I hope you enjoy!

The sweet innocence of childhood. 
Dancing in a field of daisies without a care in the world. 
Looking at the stars, thinking, “I want to go there one day.”
Learning more about our world changed us:
The people, the places, just the whole scene set in our memories. 
The rain and its pitter-patter were all we ever needed. 
Its sound was like music to our ears.
Now, as we sit depressed at our desks with tear-stained papers surrounding us, 
And the broken hearts we try to hide,
We wonder where it all went wrong. 

Victim of 19 years

By: Fairouz Tamer

So yes, I am that average pretty girl with a very complicated personality. But I want to ask you something? Who permitted you to judge me? Who asked for your opinion? Did I? I did not, and maybe you should rethink who did.

 I might seem the most active, outgoing, and happy female on Earth. I might seem the most confident person ever, one that is brave enough to speak out when needed. But do you ask yourself what it feels to be both lonely with no friends or sisters? No, you didn’t. You view me as the girl who writes, the girl who dresses up, the girl who does videos. You put me in categories when no one asked you to do so.

First, I started making lip-sync videos, you bullied me for that and always humiliated me for having tiny eyes, and a big nose. Then I started my YouTube channel, you also pointed out how silly and lame I am ( because I shouldn’t be the one filming videos) YouTube itself, didn’t mention that to me, so who are you to question me? Thirdly I started graphic designing, you joked about how my taste is weak, although I never really asked for your opinion.  Fourthly, I started doing art, you said I couldn’t draw, and that I shouldn’t put myself in boxes, in which I don’t belong. Who gave you the right to speak? No one did. Fifth and finally, I started writing and became an author, and this was such a big deal for you. You called me a victim actor, drama queen, and a hopeless romantic. And guess what, I am neither of these. I am simply a 19-year-old girl who is exploring who she is. 

You need to stop putting people in boxes and forcing them to stay there. You need to stop thinking that just because I posted a picture of me smiling, it means that I am happy. You have no idea about the many times I cry at night, while everyone is asleep because I live every day, knowing that I don’t have anyone to listen to me.

I am not you, and you are not me. We have to deal with that. We both know we are different, and deep down if you wish you were someone like me, and let me tell you that would be the dumbest decision you can make. Because my life isn’t easy, and my soul isn’t as smooth as it seems. I take bullets in my back to reach where I want to be.

Stop hating on me and what I do. I am only a girl who is achieving her dreams, hoping, that this would heal the gap she is feeling inside. 

I am not that happy picture I posted. I am not that smile I pose. I am not like anything you see on the screen. I am only a human being just like you and like everyone else in this world. 

The difference is I work, day and night and you only laugh, humiliate, and watch.

Sincerely,

Your victim of 19 years.

Midnight blue

It’s midnight blue
the fire inside your chest
a melting snowstorm
in an aching need
to prove itself.

A withering cry of anger still
lingering on your lips,
like rust on a golden frame;
so boldly out of place,
yet so softly,
so achingly unread.

It’s midnight blue,
the color outside the window
that my nightmares and
daydreams escape through.

Unshifted and unstable,
this cruel desire to 
plant a bush of roses
and then set it on fire,
just to show you
what you’ve committed.
Just to re-illustrate your crime.

I pick my pieces
and I throw them into the
midnight blue.
Careless whether it’s the
night or your coldness
that my weakest self would
ever so slowly
rot inside.

And I rage against
the strings held by
your cold words,
still full of loneliness,
this new self
still held down by
a love she had to carry
on her own. 
Still learning to breathe in
the sunsets,
still mastering the art of
swallowing her own tears,
still wilting,
still muffled by a scream
she could never reach far
deep enough inside her soul
to unleash.
So I ask the darkness to grow
into love and warmth.
And I embrace the emptiness that
should have been filled with an embrace.
And I hold the void that should

have contained a hand.
And I burn.

I burn and become the light.And my flame is no midnight blue,
it’s a kaleidoscopic shade of a hopeful hell.

~ Yomna

Trees Hug Me

Have you ever been in the middle of a forest?

I mean so submerged your senses stop,

And your eyes struggle to focus as the fog fills the forest?

Who’s to say the trees are smothering me? Isn’t that up to your perception of how the trees treat the viewee? Can’t I skew the scales, and let the trees and shrubs hug me?

Can’t I use the warmth of these trees to fuel the fire inside my empty head? Can’t I accept their embrace?

So who’s to say the trees are smothering me?

So Shakespeare said,

“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt,

finds tongues in trees,

books in the running brooks,

sermons in stones,

and good in everything.“

Tell me why I agree with the trees when they say your habits are toxic.

You are toxic. Get out of my life.

Thank you, maybe next time, we can visit the trees together,

Take your dainty hands and mine too into beauty and deep depths of trees and darkness and fog.

Hurting hands, how can we repair you?

Your callous frame just sitting there while I cry.

You were not made for me. I digress,

The trees are not smothering me. They are simply lulling me into a state of submission. Of transcendence.

Transcendence to a fractal other-world in the other place. The other orientation to this one, the one out there. The one we will never see — or ever come into contact with. The other world.

Being in the centre, and I mean the furthest away from any edge at any time, right in the middle of it all, in the deepest darkest most foggiest crevice of the thickness of the forest…

Helps the human body and mind transcend into something else. Past the realms of psychology – into the transcendent ether-realms. into the lands in which you have never stepped – into a place filled with nothing but love and understanding and encouragement for growth. You’ll love it here. You should engross your mind in the trees next time you need a cleanse. A spiritual cleanse. Enter the transcendent schism — transcendent psychology.

The trees help. Try the trees.

Oh, and don’t get me started on the weed.

The Tragic Blue: A Poem

By : Fairouz Tamer

They say time heals

But that’s not right

You were once beautiful

In someone’s eyes

You would stay ages,

On your bed 

Swallowing, one 

Of a bitter pill

They say you are vulnerable,

But tell me who isn’t!

Love is fatal

If you didn’t know well

We all deserve to be treated

Equally, happily

If you would ask 

I am a human,

Just like everybody else.

Fridays with Afrah: Hitler’s Intentions.

Here’s part four of the Hitler conspiracy (written by Kate), I hope you enjoy.

Hitler’s Intentions:

It is important to note how Adolf Hitler was tied to so many cults, theories and groups that there are so many different plausible theories. Hitler could have been operating alone, Eva could have been a facade, he could not have died, he could have allied with people you would never expect- and more, as you would guess. 

It is interesting to observe how Hitler was connected to so many different cults- the symbol ‘swastika’ (is a symbol for ‘the black sun’) links to many countries’ interpretations of the ‘black sun’ symbol. The black sun represents cults, and although there is no evidence to suggest Adolf Hitler was a member of the Thule Society in Germany, which is anti-semitic and worships the black sun, it is still a possibility that Hitler was part of that society. 

It is so easy for us the general population, to be led astray by the elite and media due to the immense coverage by them in the media channels and television programs. We’ve all been led to believe that Hitler was an evil psychopath, which he was, and this is indisputable. However, there are theories which allude to why he completed these despicable acts. The first hunk of information comes from the official Time website, in which they detail the story of Haj Amin al-Husseini, who minister Benjamin Netanyahu claimed suggested killing the Jews, rather than expelling/exiling them. He planted the seed of genocide in Adolf Hitler’s mind- and some say this is why Hitler carried out the genocide of 60-85 million people. There is no way to excuse what he did, but we can try to understand why he did it. 

Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu sparked lots of backlashes when he argued that the Holocaust was the brainchild of the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem, al-Husseini. This conversation, between the two, happened during a 1941 visit to Berlin. Thankfully, this whole conversation is available online, and you can find it on YouTube under the title ‘Netanyahu Holocaust remarks condemned – BBC News’, should it be removed I’m sure there are many other sources online. The clip is chilling because it’s the only known recording of Hitler sounding calm- he doesn’t raise his voice once. He can be heard describing the number of tanks he’s destroyed. This is both fascinating and important. Not only does it make clear that Netanyahu’s accusation is false, but it also sheds light on the true origins of the Holocaust, and why Hitler undertook when he did.

The timing of the meeting is critical to understanding it and placing it in context. In late November 1941, as World War 2 continued, German troops had besieged Leningrad and had reached the outskirts of Moscow, Russia. At this point, it was not yet clear that Germany was about to defeat the Soviet Union. Equally important, although the negotiations between the US and Japan that were designed to preserve peace in the Pacific seemed to fail. The US was not yet involved in the war. When Hitler and al-Husseini met, both leaders firmly believed that Germany would win indefinitely, and the bulk of their conversations consisted of what the Arabs should do to support this outcome and to help the Germans win.

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