Princess of Sulaibikh
Sometimes I hope that there will be a door to escape from the globe, or that there will be a button to move for another dimension away from the stresses and the horrors of human beings, and sometimes I wish that I would turn into a piece of inanimate objects that you do not feel and are not affected.
It is really tired to go with a mind filled with conflicts and ideas, and you do not find room for some calm, calm thinking, and all ideas and feelings around you chasing you and trying to take away your comfort and inner peace, and you stand alone in the face of this fierce attack.
Every difficult situation in which you are going to ignite within you wars that do not calm down, and every painful word puts its grief in your heart, and you settles without hesitation, and you remain in this cursed circle between a difficult situation and a painful word and a miserable and miserable word.
For me, after I calm down and go back to my human nature, I find that I am like you, I may exaggerate my actual apostasy, and I discover as a whole time, that everything I need to relieve myself of these loads is: a good book.
Books are my friends, just as we resort to our human friends at the time of distress and hardship, the books are people to resort to them as well. Although she does not have hands to console and embrace you, but her words on paper can be proud of your suffering heart, and you can reduce your weight and raise your spirits, and control your negative thoughts, but rather are able to make you sleep in sleep as well. However, I am still unable to understand the reason for some reluctance to read and underestimate their infinite capabilities to reset your mood, balance and entire life.
When my mother died suddenly one morning, my entire world was disturbed, sleep, drinking, work and relationships, everything was linking me to life. I was soaked in sadness and my brothers as well. None of us could help the other. I was alone after the condolences, and I sat for days and weeks. I read and read. Reading was an anesthetic in my heart and mind, and I was able to calm down my mind, and give me the strength and courage to stand again.
She was treating me with every page and isolated me as possible. She was giving me a wide horizon so that I could understand life, attitudes and suffering more. She had the ability to make me indulged in the worlds of amazing and forgotten, she was re -defining concepts for me. Not every death means an end, and not every crying means weakness and refraction. She made me see things differently until I was able to restore my balance again and go out with an impenetrable shield to face the world again.
And I am still today, after every whirlpool I live, I resort to the books after God; Because it is already a lifeline.
