Journey to self peace: COMPTON

Raised by an influential man  Grew up to lead a gang. These streets change ya These streets shape ya These streets make ya And these...
Raised by an influential man  Grew up to lead a gang. These streets change ya These streets shape ya These streets make ya And these streets save ya These streets are my brethren’s death. 18 and dumb never know about life Me and my homie just roamin around For him to fall down, in his back, a knife No one saw it it was night no crowd. Trust no one is the only rule Make one mistake and your blood is the pool. People here don’t care no more. The sound of gunshots is what they wake up for. That...
Journey to self peace:LONDON

Journey to self peace:LONDON

The Rain is My Best Friend. Tick tock, says the clock on the wall. It’s 12:00 AM and I am all alone in a room...
The Rain is My Best Friend. Tick tock, says the clock on the wall. It’s 12:00 AM and I am all alone in a room with my dusty heart, a numb mind, and heavy rain dropping on the ceiling window like bullets. London: the big, smoked city of dreams where everyone could feel the ordinary scent of faith; it’s where I live, or should I say, where I pretend to be alive. With love birds walking hand in hand, young couples warming each other up with hugs, and photographers rushing so they don’t miss the chance of taking pictures that...
Journey to self peace: DOWNTOWN CAIRO

Journey to self peace: DOWNTOWN CAIRO

وسط البلد؛ القاهرهبقالي كذا يوم بقعد في بلكونة بيتنا اللي بيطل على تمثال طلعت حرب……التمثال اللي من ساعة ما اتولد و هو لسه زي ما...
وسط البلد؛ القاهرهبقالي كذا يوم بقعد في بلكونة بيتنا اللي بيطل على تمثال طلعت حرب……التمثال اللي من ساعة ما اتولد و هو لسه زي ما هو. ده التمثال اللي كان بيشوف وشي و لسه بيشوفه كل يوم….هو الوحيد اللي عارف انا اد ايه سهرت الليالي و عافرت عشان احاول ابقى اللي انا عايزاه و لكن كل ده اتدمر لما جريت وراء هدف عمره ما كان هدفي….انا كنت مجرد آله مسخّره و مطيعه في ايد صاحب الهدف. آله بتسمع الكلام و تبذل كل جهدها عشان تنفذ و خلاص لان الآله ديه اللي هي انا، عمرها ما حددت لنفسها هدف معين…عمرها ما...
Journey To Self Peace: TOKYO

Journey To Self Peace: TOKYO

Once upon a time, a never-ending story. A story where pain changes people. Some became rude, and some became silent!Mine started in the beautiful streets...
Once upon a time, a never-ending story. A story where pain changes people. Some became rude, and some became silent!Mine started in the beautiful streets of Tokyo.Isn't it weird that even in the loudest city of Tokyo, I can still hear your heart beats, I can still hear your soft voice whispering in my ears. These streets of Tokyo are full of people but only your shadow I can see. Looking to those bright billboards, remind me of how brightly we announced our love to the world, how we delightfully dug our love in every corner of this city.Looking to...

What You Decide is What They See

Hundreds of years ago, a baby girl was born. Her parents were were more than excited to meet her , and prepared for her coming...
Hundreds of years ago, a baby girl was born. Her parents were were more than excited to meet her , and prepared for her coming day for months, but when this baby was born, their excitement was ripped away. She wasn't the "beautiful" child her parents wanted. Her hair wasn't that of a princess, and her face wasn't that of an enchantress. She opposed every "rule" of beauty people had chosen to put. When her parents saw her face, they were ashamed and mad at the world that had given them an ugly child. And so, they hid her. They...