They were lovers, secret passionate lovers who had left their families and spouses behind. Left their professional careers, given up everything to be together. They had no plan; they just knew it had to be. Ava a lawyer and Nigel a cardiac specialist. They had met on the tube one night, five years ago drawn together like leaves in a windstorm, entwining with each other, feeling the sensation of having known each other for years. They were soul mates. At first they had tried to keep this attraction at bay but it was fate, their destiny.

Tells a story
Creates a feeling
A sense of being

One upon a time, the year was 2020,

it was a time when everything, everyone, everywhere was in lockdown, lockdown.

So that’s why Rapunzel’s hair grew so long – no access to hairdressers, hairdressers.

She had to stay indoors, all alone.

A long time ahead in a dystopian city far away, or just too close too real, Prime Lux, the recently turned 16 year old playboy son of the head of the biggest industrial empire, lies asleep in a slumber of coding bouncing back and forth from the MetaNet.

A small collection of poems from active community member Wendy who is currently based in Botswana.

Writing is not my forte. When told to write, I procrastinate, ALWAYS. Being more of a science lover, I prefer number, charts, graphs, formulas... anything but long and boring texts. I do enjoy reading, but it needs to be interesting, science related. Biology, Chemistry Physics, even Psychology, Culture, Arts but preferably Science.

Morning. Morning like any other. I woke up, put water on a coffee, did not turn on a Spotify, instead of it I was collecting clothes, towels and bottles of vodka and wine form the floor.

Once upon a time there was a sweet girl, with light skin, yellow eyes, greenish depending on the sun, she had straight blond hair and, she was charming, she shone wherever she went.

Tweet, tweet, tweet...-where is the bird?-. I was on the beach, I looked for it in the sand, on the shore, in the water, in the sky ... where did it come from?. Again and louder: Tweet, tweet, tweet..

I often look at my mum's face in the old photos. She is young like a blooming rose in the hands of warm soil, a bird that just left its nest ready to embrace life. I ask questions. Where are all these days gone?

Dear diary, I have been doing too many things. I have so many projects I want to participate in, so many friends I want to see, so many memories to file. I am blessed for I have a house, I have a family, I have my dog and cats, I even have a turtle…and every day I have food to eat whenever I feel hungry. I care about my community and work hard to support my peers. I do my best to make myself better than yesterday.

Initially, fear seems like a huge burden, however, if you look closely, and dive into it, it is controllable. Since my childhood, I'm a witness of terrible, horrific, and manipulative dreams, that immediately wake me up. Eventually, my entire body sweated and sometimes shivered due to the unpleasant incidents in the dreams. Truly, it was terrific! I try to comfort myself by getting out of the room, wash away the warm water droplets from my face, and shove back the eyeballs, in order to relieve myself.

I am in a deep sleep like I always used to be, all of a sudden I hear three very loud knockings on my window. Three clear and sound knockings, followed by slight glass vibration.

At the beginning of 2020, the world had been hit by the Corona virus and about a month later, it was recognized as a pandemic. Moreover, what followed affected nearly every person on earth, but was it a blessing in disguise?

The story is about the sweetest chocolate brown animal with big ears and sweet eyes, and with a very furry coat. She is very curious, bullying, sometimes aggressive. Always beautiful, proud. A loner, as all the big personalities, and of course hungry. 

I was educated at the international college in Beirut. My parents were illiterate. Our family consisted of my parents, my sister and me. I have been married to Doctor Jamil since 1983 with whom I have two sons and two daughters. 

Two parallel worlds. Two people connected and disconnected, under the same roof. You cannot be helped if you don’t want it. So simple to judge, though really hard to take the first steps towards change.