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This.

سعات بكون عايزة أختفي من الوجود عشان أهرب من نفسي مش من الناس :)

Over the past week, I was asked to make some research on the origin of my name. I did so with complete carelessness as I already knew I’m named after a flower.

However, turns out the word Yasmin itself is originally Persian. And in Persian this word means ‘a gift from god’. That’s why they named the flower as Yasmin, because its fragrance is considered to be a strong relaxing sedative.

I always believed our names perfectly fit who we are. But the irony I felt when I found out what my name truly meant can’t be put into mere words.

بحاول ألاقي هدف وسبب لوجودي. مابلاقيش الإجابة, بس بلاقي إحساس بالوحدة

Just got back from a week in Berlin. Aesthetically beautiful as the place was, it can’t compare to Egypt. My Egypt.

When adrenaline rush pumps from your heart, all the way to your toes.

Farewell 

Farewell 

Dance. Not the kind you see at clubs. I mean the sensual intimate and very personal one.

Intolerant towards any forms of entitlement disorders. It repels me instantly.

Utterly boring you are. Where are you in the midst of all your dominating fears?

When you’re in heels, make sure you enjoy the sounds of clicking. One by one.

Never silence your magnetic powerful raw energy. Channel, feel and use it.

*LONG TIGHT HUG*. I’m proud of you lady! It’s the story of the society we were raised in, in a few lines. Meh =\

*Hugs back* :))))
True, but a lot of us pay in this vicious cycle :/ 

Security within one’s own gender.

The thing is, I truly from all my heart admire and adore men. Their presence adds all the more joy and flavor to one’s life. They’re very delightful to have around.

But, I feel as though the men I’m surrounded with, they don’t have a truly authentic masculine energy to them. I feel that they behave in ways they were conditioned to believe it’s what makes them ‘men’. They toughen up at the wrong time and on the wrong people to prove a point to themselves.

This tends to affect me negatively as I feel the need to shut off my vulnerability and openness to protect myself. I feel the need to raise my defenses and ‘man up’ if you say to maintain a decent conversation. Because if I allow my vulnerability to be seen, it will instantly be taken as a golden chance to be attacked.

I don’t want to walk around with mental defenses. And I wish they get to feel safe and secure within their own masculinity one day, without having the need to exploit some female’s femininity in the process.