#365BeautifulThings: #81 Full Moon in a Football Field 🌚🏟


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#365BeautifulThings:


In an optimistic attempt to acknowledge the beauty we miss, I’ll be posting something beautiful everyday for the next 356 days. Some will be new shots, others old and revived.

Like what you see?Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com

Haunted… Part I.


Life is confusing.. There’re times when we go blind, though the truth is ahead of us. And there’re other times when we see it obviously, even if darkness is all around.. Sometimes, when we don’t know what to believe, we seek the easiest answer ’cause the truth is just too complex and too hard to understand..

It was one cloudy night. The light cold breeze felt so heavy on hitting her as she moved, as if it wanted to stop her from going on with what she intended to do. The sound of the crispy leaves cracking under her feet was loud, as if it tried to warn her from getting closer… Her heart was racing and her breath was getting heavier, as if they were begging her to turn back. But she kept moving..

The house wasn’t so far. Time wasn’t enough for these signs to make her quit. So she kept moving..

She deeply believed, so did all the people in town, that the house next door was haunted.. Every single being in town knew the frightful story of that ghost.. That freaky woman who lately wandered inside and mysteriously killed any breathing creature stepping inside the house..

The woman believed the story, with no doubts.. And why should she doubt?? Her son got in there and never came out. He got undoubtedly killed and nobody ever knew how it happened.. The cops searched every inch in the house and unsurprisingly they found nothing!!

Her last conversation with the sheriff resounded inside her head… Desperately, she begged him to send the cops again to the house to search for her son’s body, but he told her what he tells the others:“Nobody ever entered that house  at night and got out alive or dead.. Your son should’ve considered the house’s history before stepping in there. GOD! He went without my permission! Sorry.. He was such a stubborn and he paid for that ! Ma’am, I wouldn’t  waste my men’s time searching for nothing..”

She had always hated how that nobody could stand for that ghost. She  hated watching that house every day from her window and how her fears crippled her..

She’d  lived a messy life with non-stop headaches. And though she’d got enough sleep, she had always felt tired as if she never slept.. She had always felt chaotic and had got fired from her job.. Her life wasn’t getting any better, yet  her son was the only one who made her feel  like living… And after losing her only reason for living, she didn’t care  how dreadful her end might be. She couldn’t help it anymore, she made up  her mind…

She continued her steady pace one step after another moving like the robot.. As she reached the house, the front door was open waiting for her to get inside. She didn’t hesitate, she kept… MOVING...

To be continued…

Coffee for the heart..


I’m so in love with these lyrics..The way they described our relationship with GOD really amazed me.. They’re so touching! 🙂

Written by: Mo’ez Mas’oud(*):

There are nights when I can’t sleep… I’m never sure why..

And the doctors they keep telling me… you should lead a healthy life..

But a voice keeps telling me that I’m supposed to cry, and i’m still trying to figure out why I like living lies..

You know I could never really count… all the things you’ve given me, and when you take you’re really giving.. but that’s not what I always see..

And I carry on takin’ and livin’ my life and I send you all my bills.. And you know that it feels good in the morning yet at nighttime it kills..

And I still can’t seem to close my eyes, and the doctors still keep telling me you should lead a healthy life…

And what really drives me crazy is how much you love to give,

you watch me take like crazy, I don’t thank but you still give…

And I carry on taking’ and livin’ my life and I send you all my bills and you know it feels good in the morning yet at nighttime it kills..

And even now as you inspire me, my heart’s gone out again..

It amazes me how fast it can fall asleep and wake again

If there was coffee for the hearts, baby hook me up… with a life supply..

I wanna make sure that my heart’s alive so I can close my eyes..

Cause there are some who wakes up every morning and their heart is still asleep..

And I can’t even close my eyes without this coffee of mine..

And I carry on takin’ and livin’ my life and I send you all my bills.. And it don’t even feel good in the morning and at nighttime it kills…

There are nights when I can’t sleep and I’m never sure why and the doctors they keep telling me… you should lead a healthy life!

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(*) Mo’ez Mas’oud is a well-known Egyptian host of television and radio shows about Islam in both English and Arabic.

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