lying in bed watching the clock tick slowly back to the start of a new day . my heart palpitating as if something is going to change . as if my whole world will flip upside down when really nothing will change but the number of years i have lived . ten . the letter …
twenty-eighteen : a year in review
dear reader, it’s been a while to say the least. it’s been a hectic past couple of months with university and life happening at the same time. as you can tell, I haven’t been able to write in a while due to … things constantly happening in my life. i’ve also lost the touch of …
a breeze filled with memories
as soon as i step out the door, a familiar cool breeze goes past. memories collide and are now once again replaying through my head. memories of us playing in the sand. racing down slides and seeing who could jump off the swing the furthest. memories of playing soccer on the field with everyone we …
an end to august
dear reader, the first time, fourteen posts. the second time, eighteen. the third time, thirty-one posts! it’s true i guess, third times a charm! this time i finally did it. i finally was able to complete beda, blogging every day for a month in august. there were a lot of times where i was unsure of …
just a few summer favourites
long skirts | flared sleeves | swishy flared dresses | yellow jacket | wedged shoes | polka dots | scrunchies | thrift shopping | swing dresses | denim jackets | haute hijab | alberta ferretti | conan gray | tan france | doddleoddle| hazel hayes | elle mills | saimasmileslike | bertie gilbert | connor franta | sha’an d’anthes | ashley skye | jamie jo | girl boss …
peach picking and kittens
feet aching. tired smiles. light shining through the blinds. it’s the end of a great day spent out with my family. we went fruit picking, as we do at least once every year. only around the time where the peaches come out. and of course the plums. usually, we take someone with us, but this …
small town memories
writing prompt: write about the first place you ever knew i was born in a small town right on the edge of the us and mexico. it was filled with people of all kids. different faiths. different religions. different backgrounds. different faces. different everything. i was only two or almost three when we left. from …
here are a few more of my favourite things
small cafes | warm hugs | a hug from the back | old friends | new friends | close friends | long conversations | old books | sleepless nights | rainy days with a long book | fantasy books | childhood books | percy jackson | candy apple | rainbow fish | corduroys | paddington | little bear | disney | …
memories from eid
Eid Mubarak !!! here’s a lil bit about this eid, which is called eid-ul-adha. it is celebrated on the 10th day of the last month of the islamic calendar, after muslims from around the world complete pilgrimage, or hajj, to Mecca, Saudia Arabia. it’s one of the few things muslims should do, but only if they are able to afford it, however it’s not compulsory in islam. another reason why …
memories from my first friend
writing prompt: write to your first friend you were the first person that was my friend outside of family friends. i talked with you all by myself. my sister wasn’t at my side, nor my parents pushing me to make a new friend and talk to someone my age. we were so young then but …