anger , hurt , frustration unappreciated , these are the kind of feelings that runs through us when we have a shouting contest with a friend or a family member ,lover or even a neighbor. it’s a normal reaction at the moment we are built to devend our selves when we feel threatened or have to exceplain our actions .
sometimes we don’t even have anything to do with the setuation yet we get the first hit of thunder so we tend to fire back regardless of the out come . It happened to me many times , but after the outburst all reason crashes down on my shoulders and I ask my self what if :
What if I just listened
What if I just give an excuse to this person .
What if I give a bit of attention and looked beyond my self .
What if this person was just troubled and needed to let it out
What if this person think of me as close that’s why he/she came to me thinking that I would understand .
What if I just handled the setuation with patience .
Defently the result would be much better maybe not at the moment , maybe in a day or two .
the problem with us that we are self centered most of the time it’s a defense Mechanism we don’t like it when someone or something bush our buttons or scratch or walls . Usually we can’t see pass the surface in the middle of an outburst . it would be amazing if we stop a minute, and think , this attack is not meant to be at me especially if I’m sure I haven’t done wrong . Embracing this person reassure hem/ her could make a deference for them and for us as well. just give your pal a chance to let the steam out and cool down don’t take it personally. At times you could be either the last and only Lifeline they had or the last strew that brook the camels back .Be thoughtful, as much as you can.

I have a friend who is always by my side sometimes I loos it With her , she never fought back she just listens tell all my heavy backpacks are on the floor then she will give me a warm smile, pat my back and bring me a cup of coffee then she will ask me what’s wrong?! Like i was waiting for that question .I will just break and spill my heart out . She knew that at that moment I’m haunted with what ever is hurting me and I needed her. So each time I’m frustrated or hurt or even happy I would look for her she is my lifeline and I’m hers. This in my opinion what humanity all about caring , sharing and forgiving . How beautiful is that

Letting go


I’m learning to peal my current skin.
To have a brand new one
I’m learning to speak new language other than Sorrow
I’m learning to let go.
not the way you know
But the way I should do
letting go ,doesn’t mean losing
Or necessarily dismissing our past.
to let go.
Means my soul will grew.
It’ll grew so big beyond pain
Beyond disappointments
Beyond this materialistic world
I’m learning to let go.
To let that beautiful me rise to the surface and embrace the light
Don’t wait with that sickening smirk .
I’m ..Not .. Gona .. Fail .

By Zara H. Mosa , © 2013, All rights reserved.

My Heaven( to all mothers in the world)


Those Veiny hands
symbols how hard life was.
This angelic face
With wrinkles like Accolades
You earned my dear
times I’m broken
your warm touch heals my soul.
Comfort my troubled self
And that enchanting smile.
Brightens My gloomy days
Mother , for give my letters.
They bow in shame
Your bigger than language.
I sound so lame.
How can i describe a creature.
That big
you’re the source of my.
Knowledge of everything I know
Your my backbone
Without you I’m more than crippled
I pray that. You live for ever
I need your breath to breath
I need your eyes to see.
I need you to be in this world.
heaven we dream and imagine.
All it takes is one look at you.
And I’m shore I’m already there
Your my heaven
Thanks god you are

By Zara H. Mosa , © 2013, All rights reserved.

Stubborn pride


You’ll never feel my pain
You’ll never hear my cry
I’ll curl in my cave and lie
Waiting for death to take over
This enormous rip in my heart.
Will never heal.
Don’t throw salt in my open wound!
Just go.
Take it with you
I don’t need them no more
Take the laughs hence it hurt so much.
Take music hence all I hear,
Is sorrow
Take our memories,
I can’t inhale this illusion
We are over, our story is a miscarriage
It’s hard to hold on to you
You’re so perfect for me
It seems unfair, I’m not good enough.
I’ll never be
This feeling of unworthiness
Is ripping me apart
This much I love you
This much I care
I want you with all of my being
But still, I’m not good enough
I know you said you don’t care.
You just want us close
But how can I over come
My stubborn Pride
I’m wounded my love in every possible way
I’m wounded with or without you
Didn’t I say, you I’ll never feel my pain
You’ll never hear me cry
I’ll just lie in a puddle of grieve
And hopefully die
This pain…This pain is too much to bare

By Zara H. Mosa , © 2013, All rights reserved.