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To anyone who wants to read this, I am feeling suicidal. And no I’m not harming myself, not self-mutilating and I’m not planning my death. I just don’t know why I’m breathing still, with nothing to look

Sexuality is one of the distinguishing aspects of the human experience. Yet, in a patriarchal society where pretty much everything is a male preserve, youngsters in Arab countries feel ambivalent about

I never thought I would translate my pain into words, yet here I am. On his crumbling throne he withers and dies a part of her was daydreaming and hoping but now she sleeps with one eye open traumatized

National pride is a mystery to me You see Claiming you're a child of the earth Yet clinging to your land of birth Better yet, feeling proud for something you haven't achieved and hailing for beliefs that

I will not delve into the definition of depression since it's considered common knowledge nowadays. I haven't heard anyone saying "Depression? What's that?". But, I've come across people saying

The amount of fucks we are required to give these days is overwhelming and insurmountable.                                                      It leaves you physically and emotionally drained. I have

I keep having this recurrent memory of when I woke up to find my dying kitten Dahnous covered in ants feeding on his tiny body as he was taking his last breath. The night before I had covered him in a

Sometimes keeping quiet around people gives you the chance to think small things through and reflect on what you usually think doesn’t matter. In this post I’m sharing one tiny reflection on a word that

Because why not. 🤷‍♀️ So, I figured what better way to tell you where I come from more than a silly poetic riddle, so here you go: I might be a Samaritan, on social media I'm an Esteemian We toppled a

Hola Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Taco, Sarcastic Taco. I'm not comfortable with sharing personal information about myself with strangers but I'm going to do it anyway coz my friend Nacho recommands