Ever heard how they keep saying always keep your friends close but your enemies closer?
Yeah well, migraine: my friend and enemy; has been there for me ever since I was around 16 years old, now that I’m 30, it hasn’t left my side, not once, not one day, not one moment: the loyalty it has…AWESOME!
I wish it would betray me once.
Yesterday for example, I had to be dragged to the emergency room because I couldn’t lift my head, couldn’t stand the glimpse of light or a sound; my head and eye felt as if they were about to explode.
Still, with the ER care, my daily medications; my pain was decreased by 50% only.
Why am I blogging about it? Because for all of you who never experienced a painful thing such as a migraine; it’s as if you were banged in the head with a nail, and the nail was stuck between your skull and eye and someone was trying to pull the nail and your eye out at the same time with no success. And if they happen to succeed, you get no painkillers because guess what? NOTHING WORKS!
You just wish you could bang your head to a wall so hard that giving birth would seem a piece of cake (trust me I have 3 kids, I know what giving birth feels like).
Each person suffering from migraine would notice that the pain can be triggered by anything depending on the patient, mine is triggered by stress, fatigue, cheese, menstrual period, chocolate, weird/bad smells, etc.
Don’t you just love how our brain works?
© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014 – 2017
هي واقع مزيف انشد طويلا انشودة السلام
هي ابيات ضاعت بين الشعر والنثر وانواع الكلام
هي جنون عاقل رفض الرضوخ او الاستسلام
هي رفات من نور تبعثرها نيران الحقد والاتهام
قالوا فلنؤد لها ‘هي’ الف سلام وألف تحية
انشروا على قبرها الورود فهي رمز من رموز الحرية
قالوا: اطلقوا النيران ابتهاجا بروحها الأبية
وارقصوا على انغام روحها السماوية
هي لم ترد الحياة ولكنها اعطيت لها
هي لم تكن تريد الذكاء ولكن قدم لها
هي لم تملك الحكمة ولكن وهبت لها
هي ليست لنفسها ولكن نفسها لها
© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014 – 2017
If there’s one thing I learned in life is to not judge people; no matter what.
Growing up as a kid; I used to do it because I was very religious and to me God and Jesus equaled “Love”; to love is to forgive, to love is to forget, to love is to let go, etc.
You might not agree with me on the “religion” part, but it sure paved the way.
A few years forward, I learned that every single person on earth is fighting a battle; every convict, selfish, thief, rapist once fought a battle. Well of course there are a bunch of assholes out there, forgiving doesn’t mean you should be passive and dumb. You are to roar and get angry but once you’re back into your own cage, you shut the door and let go!
See, dealing with people is hard! Jean-Paul Sartre wasn’t an idiot when he said: “Hell is other people.” It is.
Here’s the twist; for some reason, almost every person i know or meet finds me likeable but firm..allow me to elaborate: i hate “grey”! Ever heard of black or white? Yup, that’s me.
Am honest. Brutally honesty. No, I wouldn’t hurt you – the truth would. Not me though.
You’d ask me if that shirt looks good; I’ll tell you. I don’t care if it’s ugly and i don’t have to choose my words or decorate them to make them look good (even though i could); but truth is ugly. And trust me it was never colored. (No. A white lie doesn’t exist. Get over it.)
But wouldn’t the world be a bit better if we all were as brutally honest as some of us are? No one is a saint but hey! We try!
“Peopling” is hard, it sucks (thank God for coffee); it was never my thing – never will be.
They’re just so scared of going to hell that they act as sheep by day and wolves by night; for God’s sake, you can’t be scared of going to hell..i mean look around you; rape, murder, envy, war, etc…my friend, you’re already there!
© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014 – 2016
God and I are drifting apart.
I have no idea why but we don’t talk much anymore; don’t get me wrong, I still love and respect him but we’re not so close like we used to be.
I just don’t have the power nor the time to stop and listen; or to just sit there and appreciate all the beauty around me. It’s like am in a constant race against time and guess who’s always ahead!!
Sometimes I talk to him; i get angry a little then laugh at myself a little more but I have no idea if he still take me seriously or think of me as a lost cause.
Other times I just wonder if he’s actually there or if humanity just needed to create the idea of a God so we’d understand things and earth better..though i have witnessed miracles in my life and I do know that there is a good power out there helping me in ways i dont understand. But asking and doubting are what makes us human and hey..I tend to be very “human”. I am not afraid to understand or to learn new things, I jump in the mud because i know i can shower later on; I throw myself in that tornado – not because am untouchable- but because I know how to hang on to that tree waiting for the storm to pass..
Am I making sense to you?
See, I am a reader, a book lover..and when you read a lot; you ask a lot, some people stop at the question mark and others keep looking. Well, am still looking. For what? Glad you asked, because i have no clue what we’re searching for, but patience my friend; we’ll get there.
© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014 – 2015
They say she took the shadows on her wall as friends.
They say she spends sleepless nights waiting for the pain to end.
She lies on a cloud and talks alone.
She hears angels singing and brings them home.
They say she dances on trees and lives upon rainbows.
Her tears often fall down her cheek to hide the storm.
She probably loves living alone, while wars are drawn on the walls.
They say she lives with love.
They say she has riddles to solve.
She lifts her hands to pray but often, has nothing to say.
She plays with the rain and hugs its thunder.
They say if you come for help she’d offer her heart on a golden tray.
Whenever she talks, people leave in wonder.
Though she says nothing at all but her silence is always heard.
They say, centuries ago she was just a caged bird.
She cries a lot when she’s asleep, she laughs to angels and saints.
Whenever sins visit her, the skies she paints.
No one understands what she means by flying at night,
They say she searches for death to fight;
They say her scream as she roars between trees is painful to hear
They say when she closes her eyes devils live in fear.
She has lived forever and died the second she was born,
They say God gave her special mourn
It’s the truth she’s always seeking
Her words hold more than a thousand meaning.
She lives in the castles built from the sands
They say she reads special books with empty pages
They say she has cried for ages
They say her tears are imperceptible but her eyes talk frequently
Her hair has no color, her clothes have no price
She wears the same prayer regularly
They say she gives a new meaning to the word “nice”.
They say she often turns off the lights of her castle to think
And, time and again, her castles often sink
Her soul is always awake and asleep
Her truth repeatedly weeps
They say the sun consoles her when she tries to yield
The stars offer her a flower to decorate her field.
They say she walks on the streets just to walk
They say she talks to herself just to talk
They say she smiles when she cries and says the truth when she lies.
They say she calls for death just to be in her mother’s arms
They say life has no meaning once she’ll see God.
They say her whole charade is a play
She’s the hero and she’s waiting for the heroes to fail
They say she eats hunger and drinks thirst
They say she never sleeps and she always expects the worse.
They say her best friend is an invisible priest
In church is where she celebrates her feasts.
She often looks at the pictures of her wall
They say shadows soothe her when her leaves fall.
They say a lot of things and she never cares
They say loads of words when she passes but she never hears
They say fire tried to kill her but she has nothing to fear
They say sins tried to control her with temptation
But she was stronger than any persuasion.
She was created by an angel that doesn’t exist
People often seek her to ignore her mist
She cries because she has no other way
She tries because time doesn’t tolerate delay
God gave her light to sway
And a lamb to hug, a reason to stay
She has no fee to pay because she overlooks what they say!
© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014 – 2015
When my doctor hit me with the diagnosis of having “Celiac Disease”; my first thought was: ‘ I survived migraines for years, this should be a piece of cake! ‘
Well, not really. Cakes are not allowed.
The first thing i did after arriving home was opening my laptop, going to Google and reading everything there is to know about Celiac.
What all websites had in common was hitting you with the good news: “Now you can eat healthy. Almost all healthy food is gluten free and allowed when you’re on a “celiac diet”..”
What they forgot to mention was the word ‘delicious’; ok so vegetables and fruits are great (that i can live with) but black beans? Gluten free products?
No am not difficult as you might think but for a vegetarian who does not eat chicken nor tolerate red meat, does not eat chocolate since it triggers my migraine headaches..having celiac disease sucks.
For the first two weeks i have lived on bananas and apples..then i went healthy (oh well)..
Now, on Christmas eve i thought to myself: what’s the worst that could happen? Diharrea again? I can survive with that. Let’s eat gluten..and i did. I ate pizza, cake, etc.
Ohh the human weakness..and so the symptoms went back. Yeah symptom (s), with an -s, it started from intestinal pain, diarrhea, itching, iron deficiency, mouth sores, numbness to chest pain..yeah all that from eating 1 slice of pizza and 1 piece of cake..
I can’t complain, am still luckier than many..but this goes out to all of you who underestimate the seriousness of this illness and its long term effects and as a salute to all of those who suffer from celiac.
© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014 – 2015
#JeSuisCharlie took the social media by strom.
It was even present at the Golden Globes.
Well I am not with CharlieHebdo and certainly not with the violence and murder it witnessed.
I mean, as a Christian, the magazine made fun of my Jesus too and in a very awful and disrespectful way but that wouldn’t mean i would go and kill people who work there. Wouldn’t that mean that every idea or concept i represent do not match with my actions?
Killing and violence will now drive the people who work there more furious and they will double the irony.
#JeSuisCharlie because the reaction of those terrorists was idiotic but am certainly not into Charlie Hebdo which belittles evrything i believe in.
Am with the freedom of expression without hurting others, with getting to write my ideas for people to read without making them feel offended..
© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014
I haven’t been a parent for so long but i have been a human being a little longer than that.
From all the parents i have met, meet and know in my life..i have concluded a few things about parenting which you may agree or disagree with; but anyway here you go..
If you have kids or might have one day..please take five minutes (a little bit more) and hear me out.
Do not attempt to be their teacher. Yes, teach them everything there is to know about life but do not play by the rules.
Your kids are supposed to experience fear, courage, struggle, independence, truth, lies…etc.
Do not shove the truth in their faces as they’re supposed to know it already. Allow them to dream, if they draw a flying elephant for example, first mention how beautiful their drawing is no matter how hideous you may find it as an adult, explain that elephants can’t fly but if that’s how they like them to be, it is just fine.
Be patient. Patience is key. Yeah i know sometimes with lack of sleep, problems at work and everything else you’ll find it hard to keep cool but just try. Take a deep breath and remember that every little word or action affects your kids.
Your children will not learn by words; they learn by imitation. They see you do. They do.
You can’t tell them that eating lots of chocolate is bad for their teeth while you grab a bar every two hours.
They can’t tell the difference. You can’t say: “am allowed to lie a little because am an adult. But you’re not because you’re a kid.” Next thing you know your kid will be giving himself excuses to lie as well.
Don’t live your dream or fear through them.
They’re not supposed to become doctors just because you want them to or because you couldn’t be one yourself. We didn’t bring them to this world so we can “robotize” them (you know what i mean).
Your fears are yours alone. Allow them to experience theirs, not live yours.
Take the time to explain everything with careful words suitable to their age. When a 3 year old asks where do babies come from; the answer is not similar to a 5, 7 or 10 year old.
Let them respect you and not fear you.
Be firm but fair. Tender but rough. Loving and caring but certain borders are not to be crossed.
Do not, by any circumstance forget about yourself. Yes we all know you adore your children but if you don’t take care of yourself, you’ll find yourself not loving who you are and if you can’t love yourself others will find it hard to love you.
Do not curse them. Blame them. Pick yourself up. You didn’t ask them if they wanted to be brought to life, so deal with your own shit and get over it.
Your children will not cancel your plans of “living” instead you’ll have a few more to share your plans with.
Your kid will not be your disappointing brother nor your selfish best friend or your lying cousin. Don’t raise them with such “failures” in head. Your kids are different, they will grow as a reflection of you and not anyone else.
Don’t say no without an explanation. That would be cruel and unfair.
“Because I said so” is such an idiotic expression and a sign of ignorance.
You can replace it with: “No mom you can’t eat chocolate because i wouldn’t want you to hurt your teeth and see you suffer with the dentist.”
Or: “No mommy no more tv for today because the TV is not going anywhere. It’s yours to use. But let’s try reading a story together and imagine it with our own heads. I used to do that when i was a kid and it was loads of fun.”
Just be creative. You brought a human being to the world. You’ll find something right to say.
© Sandra Chami Kassis –, 2014 – 2015
Is it weird that i want a war?
Is it inhumane?
Before you judge my “insanity” and “affection” towards humanity…just hear me out.
With a new year coming, everyone around seems to be having that “new year resolution” full of new targets, new beginnings, new ideas…they seem to want to forget the past or at least the ugly parts and start a new future, a new path…
I want war! But wait, not any kind of wars..i want a “Lord of the rings” kind of war. See, my wish for 2015 is for all those nuclear weapons, guns, missiles etc. to disappear leaving only swords, knives and perhaps a bow..
Wouldn’t you want to be a witness of such a war? It is only then that we would actually discover who is man enough and who isn’t.
Countries seem to be strong now, presidents powerful giving orders from a phone or a tweet (just being ironic), alliances are formed based on certain powers…just bring the knights back and then we’ll see.
Bring principles back, men of honor, men of words, of actions…not men of golf. (U know what i mean)…
The problem with leaders today is that they’re not leaders, they lead troops, sheep, fanatics and idiots.
Leaders of today are boys, empty, shallow and with ambition.
People with political and “materialistic” ambition can be bought; and trust me the price is cheap.
And nowadays, with having ISIS in the picture and a few countries supporting such barbaric movement..what the hell bring war back. No not your wars of hunger and ignorance, not your war of planes and tanks..bring a war of ideas, of art, of culture..bring a “bulletproof” war.
Yes. Bring that war back, I’ll gather the swords, the horses, the knives..just make sure you find men.
© Sandra Chami Kassis – sandrachamikassis.wordpress.com, 2014
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