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| 2 | ناشرتها من زمان، وكل شويونة اخبصكم بيها 🤨 | 1 |
| 3 | - الرساله ؛ منو هاي نونا | 1 |
| 4 | أحبه يشبه الچاي صوته | 1 |
| 5 | اسمعي لطلال مداح | 1 |
| 6 | لا هذا ما استلطف شكله، ولو هي خلقة الله 😭 | 43 |
| 7 | سيف نبيل | 45 |
| 8 | كل شيء أسمع. | 49 |
| 9 | - الرساله ؛ وانت شنو تسمعين ؟ | 49 |
| 10 | بابا يسمع فقط لهذولي ما يسمّع غيرهم. | 50 |
| 11 | أحبه لأن يشبه بابا، لازلت أتذكر بطفولتي لما يرجع من العمل نقضي الظهيرة نسمع لـ محمّد عبد الوهّاب عبد الحليم حافظ ونونا الهنا😔 | 53 |
| 12 |  No text... | 148 |
| 13 | مرة من قرأت مقالته On Women بوقتها صعد عندي الضغط | 1 |
| 14 | بالمناسبة، أنا أحب شوبنهاور لكن لابد من المشاكسات، كونه هو إللي بدأ 🙄 | 1 |
| 15 |  No text... | 45 |
| 16 | ها اها هيج أنتقد أنا | 45 |
| 17 | على اقل امي ماشمرتني من درج وكالت ياريت تموت وكرهت كل نسوان من وراه | 39 |
| 18 | يلا ميخالف قصيرة و ضامرة الاكتاف بس على الأقل امي تحبني 🫣 | 40 |
| 19 | Yes, Clarice Lispector, now I understand you. I also feel angry at myself, with this habit of demanding too much of myself, of looking at myself in the mirror like someone examining a wound and not a person. Sometimes I seem to be made of thorns on the inside and silence on the outside. How strange it is we blossom expecting strength to be a triumphant roar or an unyielding armor, only to learn that true endurance is a far quieter thing. It is simply the act of breathing, of walking forward, even when the weight of our own presence becomes too heavy to bear.There are shadows of days when I long to unravel, to lay my weary self in a quiet corner and step away, light as air. But I cannot leave. And so, I remain tethered to my own heart, furious yet enduring, hopelessly bound to the very sanctuary I wish to flee. | 237 |
| 20 | الشعور باليأس يفقد الإنسان أي شعور آخر. | 54 |
