SLA

You are about to read a post that not many siblings would write about their own brother or sister, because there is rarely any public affection between siblings, but my sister means the world to me. She is beautiful in so many ways that I applaud her for. It's her wit which helps me through situations i am not aware of, her very rare affection which makes my heart filled with warmth, her confidence which inspires me, and so many more positive influences she has made on me. I have seen the trust in family members come and go so many times these past couple of years, but the trust i have with her has remained since the day i ever understood her - even if she does make the most annoying decisions sometimes! She is my hero, and i wouldn't have gotten to this mental strength without her. Without her, i'd be in a mental hospital having a nervous break down. She never let's me down when i need a shoulder to cry on, or someone to tell me to not worry when i start worrying like my old grandmother. I trust a very little amount of people in life now, some may call it trust issues or whatsoever, but there are so many evil people in the world nowadays which never fear to backstab people, but my sister is not one of them. We are thousands of miles apart separated geographically by a massive stretch of land and a few channels, gulfs, seas and an ocean here and there, but it has made us closer. The relationship i have between my sister is something so special to my heart - something I will be devastated at if lost. My sister is my hero and I love her more than anyone.

The City Lights

I looked out the window on the 35th floor to see the most spectacular view of specs of light. Like massive stars making up another galaxy billions of light years away from earth. I played with my eyes a little, adjusting the focus. The comparison of how this city looks like during the day compared to that of night is too immense to even compare. Even the break lights on cars stuck in traffic looked amazing. The entire city glowed beautifully, but i know i'd wake up to a view of man-made destruction - something that was invisible during the night on the 35th floor. I would wake up to a view of yellow smog, car exhaust filling the air and a grey atmosphere.

I don't understand how people can completely flip the entire situation and make it seem as if it's now their biggest problem in the world when it only very discreetly regards them. The world doesn't revolve around you as an individual, you selfish beast.

A man disappointed because his wife just gave birth to a baby girl. The wife crying with tears of joy, the man actually crying.

Speculative (1)

It would be a very complicated and weird situation if Jesus 'came back down to Earth'. The Muslims would react and say 'Oh look, it's Nabih Isa coming back down to Earth to do what he didn't do 2 centuries ago!', and the Christians would react like 'Oh my god, it's god!', and the Jew's would be like 'it's my messiah!'. Very very complicated. Vice versa, he's still the same person to all those 3 religions. Not being a 'religion-ist' or whatever you'd like to call it, but if he's the same person that applies to all those religions, then why do those 3 religions in particular, always cause conflicts between one another? It baffles me, really.