I’ve had an interesting journey through my past in around 12 days in Egypt. I have came to know things about people I cared about and I’ve managed to reach to a lot of memories I have left behind. Some of the things I found out were sad and ugly. I realized that one of the people I cared most about was basically a cheat and maybe even a joke. I have realized that some of the most disturbing assumptions I made about a girl was true. I had predicted that a girl which was a friend of a guy who had a girlfriend was trying to make a move on him. And I was right. As much as it hurts me to realize that the truth can be predictably nasty, I still felt some sort of a sense of achievement and peace. I realized that there is more to dark and light than sequence. It is not a fact that when it gets dark, light must come. Light will come when it is needed most and when it is best for it come. If it hurts, hold your breath. It will get better because Allah is the best planner. Your suffering might not make sense to you, but there is always kindness in every ache. I can always be worse and this is the fact we all know. The ugliness is predictable. We all know that the brutality of this world is endless. Within accepting this ugly truth, lies hope for a better tomorrow and for less pain in the next sunrise.
May we all live, not just survive.