Our Nature (Sort of hunting)

It was end of November when we decided it’s time to hunting before the end of the season.

While others were hunting, i found myself taking pictures in the beautiful nature of the bekaa valley since I am not fond of hunting.

So here, a sample of Lebanese nature …

Devilish Angel

He said he was going away. He said it couldn’t work out. He left and broke that heart of hers.

Time passed, days then weeks. She got used to the idea that he will not be there when she gets back home, that she will be spending the evenings alone waiting to hear the phone ringing, that she will sleep in that big bed they picked up together without the feeling of the warmth of his body next to her.

Two months passed and she was beginning to do fine finally, could be better could be worse too. Two months, she has stopped waking up at night crying because she was dreaming of their time together.

And one day, he was just there, he was back as if nothing has happened.

I’m your angel he said, I am here to be with you, to protect you, to help you.

And so he did. He was there for her, making her smile then laugh, making her wanting to be alive again. But what he didn’t know was that he was torturing a part of her. With every smile he put on his face, with every word that makes her laugh, with every crazy thing they do, she was hurt, her heart was aching because she was longing for him but couldn’t be with him.

What was she doing?! She wanted to be with him at any price! But even if the cost is high!? Was he really her angel?! In a way he was. Her devilish angel…

The fight

As soon as the fall is complete, as soon as you surrender to the dark, the fight begins.

To others, you are a normal person, breathing, eating, fulfilling every basic need and every basic act. You are calm, your eyes look at nothing while staring, at least that’s what the others see!

On the inside, you are nothing like your look shows…

The loudest ideas keeps bumping in your head during the most silent moments, your inner voice screaming the words you are refusing to admit.

It’s when you admit it loudly that your eyes begin to shine, your smile show your victory and you know that the fight is done.

Going to sleep

Dark. That’s all she could see with the lights off. It may scare some people but she was comfortable, lying there staring at the ceiling , wandering with her mind through lines and lines of memories. She didn’t need to close her eyes, she didn’t even need to focus. Without any effort, her mind would show her what she was eager to see…

With a blink, it starts. His face, his eyes looking at her, his smile! With every tone of his voice in her ears, she could see him again, right there on the ceiling of her room.

She tried to reach for him, stretched her hand to the maximum, but the image was far away from her reach. “So is he”, she thought, “So is he…”

Wet flushed her eyes, those drops of tears washed the remains of his image, her sobbing covered his voice in her ears, she closed her eyes and drifted into a world where they would be together, and with her lids closing she escaped to her own neverland.