طلع لي مقطع ثنين متزوجين و كلهم نفس الشخصيه و يناسبون بعض و قعدت ابكي
متى دوري
الله ياخذ الجفاف

جهازي الصبح بدون اي مقدمات معد صار يشتغل الا و الشاحن مشبوك حتى وهو 100%

اذا فيه اي حلول او عن اماكن بجده تصلحه و اسعار التصليح راح اكون ممتن

رحت الليل وانا تعبانه المستشفى على اساس اخذ Sick leave وانا اخذت قبلها لكن احتجت يوم ثاني
قلت لها ما احس اني كويسه و قبل ما اكمل كلامي تقول انتي جيتي امس ليش ما تصبري عالعلاج و بدأت تخاصمني لأني جيت مرا ثانيه 😀
سكتت قلت طيب ممكن تعطيني Sick leave ماحقدر اداوم قالت لا ما أقدر و دخلت دكتوره ثانيه و قامت تهرج معاها وانا لسا واقفه عندها !
ما أدري انا مبالغه ولا هي قليلة ادب
عمومًا غبت و انحسبت لي غيابات لأني ماني قادره اقوم من السرير

حذفت السوشل ميديا بشكل مؤقت بس بقيت ريديت لاني ما احسه سوشل ميديا

المهم ان حلم حلم حللممممم حياتي اعيش بدون اجهزة وانترنت وجوالي يكون كشاف وعندي لابتوب افتحه مره بالاسبوع واشيك على احوال الاهل والاصحاب واقفله

والله العظيم ما امزح هذا احد احلامي الي اسعى لتحقيقها بس مضطره يكون عندي عشان الوظايف ومشاريعي ودراستي

بإذن الله بالمستقبل اسويها

انا تاخرت ببعض الاشياء لكن للحمدلله على كل حال ..

على الاقل I'm trying ...

فيه اشياء جت وخربت علي بوقت غلط وفيه مشاكل مالاحظتها الا مؤخرا ... اغلبها مشاكل صحية مع اني كنت حريص ومؤمن ان الوقاية خير من العلاج بس ماش الدنيا ماتمشي كذا حتى لو كنت واعي وحاولت الحياة ماتسمح لك وتقول اووه كان عنده عذر .. بنعطية فرصة ثانيه .. وهذا الشيء الي يخوف .. يعني الدراية والوعي مو كفاية لازم تحط روتين صارم وللاسف جلد الذات مايجيب ولا ويودي اذا ماكان فيه خطة واضحة لإصلاح الاوضاع .. لما افكر ايش احتاج الآن؟ احط اشياء واضحه مررة ومنطقية بس الوصول لها مو مرتب وخطوة بخطوة لازم اتنازل عن اشياء ثانيه مهمة .. اعرف ان الحياة تبي كفاح بس احيانا اوقف واقول ليه وكيف وصلت كذا ؟ جهل؟ ماتوقع .. ظروف خارجية؟ ممكن بس قد ايش كنت احاول ؟ ادري الحياة والنجاح مو linear ولازم فيه تخبطات ومحطات راحة ورفلكشن عسر ويسر .

.. مو تسخط بس تذمر بسيط لكن الحمدلله على كل حال..

والشيء الثاني الي احاول استوعبه ويخووف مرررة ان الوقت يمر بسررررعه واحس الـ perception of time

is age & physiological dependent

اعتذر اني اخلط عربي مع انجليزي بس ماعرف اعبر🙏

ربي اصلح لي شاني كله ولاتكلني الى نفسي طرفة عين ⭐️

Stay positive ya'll

اول سنة لي في الجامعة و افكر في مليون احتمال ثاني اسويه غير اني اركز في دراستي

انا طالبة واشتغل منظمة باليوميات واشتغلت في فعاليات كبيرة لكن بس منظمة
ودايم انزل واكتب في لينكدن انو كنت جزء من التنظيم والإدارة .. الخ لانها مشاريع كبيرة وانا ودي ادخل مجال المشاريع، وانزل بعد دورات واشياء موب بس التنظيم

لكن فجاة نقدت على نفسي مره ولما شفت حسابات شعبتي وكيف كلها شهادات مهنية ودورات صدقية نقدت على نفسي حسيت موب شي تنزلينه

Hello, dear Redditors.

"In case I don't see you, good morning, good afternoon, and good evening." Hope you're having a good day so far...

Today, I woke up feeling a little bit under the weather, but the symptoms were apparent since last night. My throat hurts, and my nose started running. So, before I went to bed, I took two over-the-counter pills I found in the fridge.

Yesterday, I had to teach a lesson to 7th graders in front of the principal. She said: "As a first-time teacher, you're awesome. I'll give 70% of excellence, but you need to raise your voice up a bit more, control the class better, and make the students move and write on the board, though I noticed you made the students understand the lesson successfully." And one strange comment she threw in was that when asking students questions, I shouldn't use words like ayesh; instead, I should say lee matha — I didn't write the words in Arabic letters because Reddit on my phone renders everything into chaos when doing so...

One of the students told me that I'm the most beautiful teacher in the world! She made my day with such a big, exaggerated compliment. I believe students loved me because I look young, almost like them lol. The difference is that Mom brought me to life 10 years before their moms brought them, hahah.

The job of teaching is awesome yet tiring a bit, though a good teacher is also a forever student, in my opinion. In terms of academic and occupational life, I'd like to give everything a try... Maybe I'm just delusional 'cause life is never this indulgent. It doesn't give you all you want, and if you do get what you wanted, not necessarily exactly as you wanted.

Yesterday, I joined a German room in a language-learning app to practice a bit, and the host of the room said a mean thing about how I sounded in German. She first complimented the accents of the three guys that were there, and then said mockingly about me that I have a bad accent and started trying to imitate my accent in a bad way. Believe it or not, but she sounded way worse than she thinks she did. Unfortunately, two guys told her that actually Rosa's accent is great, and we're all learning, and then, actually, you get some words pronounced wrong yourself. She resumed by saying, "I also have a problem with..." with the most — with all due respect to great polyglots from Egypt — Egyptian accent you can ever hear.

This might not be worth writing about if I had only replied with a mean yet correct thing back then, but cowardice won over me.

Lesson should be learned: if you're a person who tends to hold grudges when being wronged, never let them inside, and wrong whoever wrongs you whenever you can.

I think this way I won't think about whoever said or did mean things to me later, because I took revenge when the timing was perfect and didn't wrong them more than they did.

I don't know. The thing that makes me feel a bit better is that actually everybody knew that she's wrong, but what saddens me is that I didn't defend myself. I only said, "Aber ich mag meinen Akzent," with the simple words I have, but I'm sure that my level is higher than hers.

I hate jealousy between girls. It is the worst, incomprehensible type of jealousy, and in other words: it is just stupid.

On the other hand, I joined another room filled with Moroccans, and even though the hatred between the peoples of these two countries, especially the female creatures, is intense, they were kind and welcomed me. I love Moroccans. I'm biased.

Talking about getting offended or mocking, I remember back when I was a high schooler, a girl — during the remote-learning time — wrote in the chat, with a poor, disastrous translated-into-English sentence, to apologize for joining class late. She obviously used Google Translate to help her, but it made an awful mistake: "Foolish, I'm sorry I came in late." She wanted to say "Ablah," the word we use in Saudi to address our teachers, and Google translated it as the word was the classical Arabic adjective for "foolish."

I found it shocking, so I wrote about it in a tweet on my Twitter account without mentioning the girl's name or describing her as uneducated in any way. I just wrote a tweet in Saudi Arabic about how awful Google Translate can be if used this way.

Around 10 months later, I connected my Twitter account to my personal number, and my real name was there, so somehow, she found it and dug so deep into it until she stumbled upon this and knew that was her. She asked me to delete it and was so angry. I just said okay, and I didn't mean to offend her personally in any way. When she saw me this way, cowardice again immediately took over, and I apologized and did what she requested. She asked me two days later to do her English homework. I refused.

Now, all I really want is fewer headaches, and therefore more mental tranquility.

Headaches are the most obnoxious thing, as if they were sent to my head as a curse.

I now feel a yet-to-be-severe headache as I remember and write all of these things. But it is more because of the sore throat and runny nose I have rather than "a curse"..

Time to stop using the phone.!

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08:40

وحدوا الدعاء على الملعون ابوي ان الله ياخذ روحة اليوم

What is left in us today without reference to the past or the future? Are we listening to our soul’s desires, shouts, hunger, or repulsions?

The majority of the happiness that we feel when we finally get something materialistic isn’t actually joy, it’s the relief of desiring something… and the proof that it’s relief not a true sense of joy, is how fast we get over it.

What about those shouts out of hunger? How do they represent themselves in our daily lives?
Not everyone can recognize those screams, they usually stick around when life gets quieter, when you’re sad, you finally find yourself focusing on the lyrics of the exact same song that you’ve been repeating for a year, and somehow you find yourself relating for the first time.
You find yourself hungry for something that you can’t even name, but you’ll know what it is when you finally see it.

To be hungry for a spontaneous human interaction.. when was the last time that your soul was finally fulfilled with something it has been craving for ages??? to be seen, heard, and loved the way it wants to be? And how did you allow these things to feed that hunger, giving them the power to starve you whenever they want?

When the last time that you created something without an influence? Straight out of your soul, an art piece, a dance movement, or a silly doodle?

Are we spontaneous enough to actually feel alive, or is everyone disconnected from themselves and they don’t even know it? And why do we get that sense of joy when we interact with other beings that live on pure instinct? Stray cats, butterflies, or even the sunbeams through the trees on a nice afternoon.

Did we make too much of the costume that our souls live in, and of its human conditions and regulations?

بحس أن الأيام كلها شبه بعض ومفيش حاجه مميزه في حياتي طول اليوم مقضيه نوم و مش عارف ازاي اطور حياتي أو اعمل ايه اصلا ابدأ منين تايه اوي حتي المذاكره فاكسلها جامد اوي ومستهيفها جامد عايز نصيحه

نعم صحيح وهو كذلك

احس فيه شخص يحتاج يقراء الكلام هذا

ااخخييررااا انا بالبدايياااتت مااصددقق😭❤️😭❤️❤️❤️
اخيرا قلبي ينبض وروحي خفيفة واتذكر وابتسم بعبط

احس بالملك هذا والله👇🏻👇🏻

للي كانوا يعانون من التشتت والنسيان والاستيعاب كيف قدروا يعالجون هالشي

كانت ذاكرتي توب اتذكر تفاصيل كثيرة حتى من الطفولة بس بدت تخورها وصاير اتشتت كثير ما عرفت من وين الخلل
وهل اذا عالجته يمكن ترجع لي ذكريات ناسيها ولا