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When the Words Go Quiet

Lately, I’ve been feeling like I have nothing left inside me to write.Not because I don’t care, but because I’ve been carrying so much — in silence. I’m a 52-year-old woman with three university degrees — one in engineering from Baghdad, one in computer science (with honours) from Canada, and another in mobile app development. I’ve raised four incredible kids. They’re all growing, building their…

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My Heart Can’t Take It Anymore

My heart… I don’t even know what to say. It’s hard to find the words when your mind is spinning, when the weight of injustice crushes your chest and you feel everything—too much—all at once. I’ve been quiet, but my heart hasn’t been. It’s been screaming. Yes, the whole world is watching. Talking. Debating. Spinning stories about wars and allies and distractions. But we know what’s happening.…

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Born to Be Love

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about who I am—especially now, just after my birthday on June 9. I’ve never really fit neatly into categories or labels. People talk about star signs or personality types, but I’ve never cared much for that. Still, I know one thing for sure: when I enter a room, I don’t reach for my phone—I reach for the energy. If it’s a gathering, I start picking up the vibe and…

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52 Years of Becoming

After pouring so much effort into converting my camper van—now about 80% complete—I finally took it on its first real journey: a trip to Pelee Island with my two younger boys and two dear friends. I had pushed myself hard, especially in that final week leading up to the trip, to make it happen in time to celebrate my birthday. Today, June 9th, I turn 52—and I’m proud beyond words. At some point…

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The Strength in His Struggle

It’s an incredible feeling to witness your children grow—watching them try their best to become the strongest, truest version of themselves. That feeling is even more profound when your child has special needs. My son is 14 years old. He’s autistic, highly functional, and truly one of the most determined people I’ve ever known. Watching him navigate life, especially now, I see how much he’s…

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Who, Where, When, What, and Why – The Little Words That Change Everything

Few words hold as much power as who, where, when, what, and why. They’re small—barely noticeable in conversation—but when used with intention, they can unravel truths, detect lies, expose cruelty, or shine light on the quiet kindness of humanity. Not to sound dramatic, but really think about it. Every day, these words sneak into our thoughts. Say someone wrongs you—you ask, why did they do…

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Chasing Healing, Not Just Relief

It’s no secret that I’ve been struggling with depression for a few years now, but it still amazes me how much something as simple as sunlight—or the lack of it—can deeply affect my mood and energy. I’ve done all the ���right” things: seen doctors, done bloodwork, adjusted medications. After a recent psych evaluation, my antidepressant dose was increased from 10 mg to the max 20 mg. And yet, here I…

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The Weight Beneath the Blanket

The more I reflect on my life, the deeper I look within, the more I realize how much the trauma I’ve endured has shaped me. Somewhere along the way, I learned to keep a blind eye and just keep moving forward. That youthful energy we had in our younger years kept us going, even when we were wounded inside. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I just kept pushing, always looking ahead, always chasing a dream…

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To The Angles Among Us

It’s Mother’s Day once again, and honestly, words will never be enough to describe these incredible, giving souls. Mothers—these selfless warriors—pour love and care into the world without hesitation. They put everyone else, not just their children, above themselves, never pausing to ask if they should, or if the ones they’re giving to even deserve it. They just give. Unconditionally.…

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When Empty Isn’t a Bad Thing

Last night, I dreamed I was writing a post. That rarely happens. I usually only write when something needs to come out of me—when something sits heavy on my chest or circles in my mind too long. I don’t force it. I let it flow. And maybe that’s why I haven’t written much these past few days. I had an intense burst of thoughts and feelings that poured out of me daily until… I was…

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Some Days Hit Different

There are days when you set out to do it all, only to end up getting halfway through your list—held back not by time or motivation, but by the aches that whisper from every corner of your body. It’s funny how age works. It sneaks up on you. Your soul still feels young, vibrant, full of life—capable of anything, dreaming the impossible. But then reality sets in. Your body, this physical shell,…

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I’m Done Arguing

I’ve come to a quiet but powerful realization: I’m done with arguments. I’m done with exhausting conversations that go in circles, where no one is really listening—just waiting for their turn to speak. Especially when the goal isn’t growth or understanding, but simply to be “right.” When I was younger, I mistook debates for passion. I thought arguing meant we cared. It was part of the fire in…

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The Same Mistake, Over and Over Again

I find myself here—again.The same pattern, the same heartache, the same lesson… one I promise myself I’ve learned, only to slip right back into it.Each time I whisper, “never again,”And yet—again. I move through this world heart-first.I feel before I think.I give, not in portions, but in full. All of me.With no hesitation, no calculations, no second-guessing.Because that’s how I wish the world…

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The Picnic and The Patterns

Today, I went on a picnic with some friends. It was supposed to be a fun escape—fresh air, good company, a scenic view—but instead, I found myself once again caught in a familiar pattern. The drive was long, nearly two and a half hours, and by the time we arrived, we hadn’t even landed in the place we initially planned for. Not because it wasn’t there. Not because we got lost. But because our…

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Finding Light in the Chaos

Lately, I find myself deeply confused by the world we live in. One moment, I see the beauty — the kindness of strangers, the generosity of a helping hand, the simple joys shared between people. In those moments, I think, what a wonderful world this truly is. But then… I see the other side.The news flashes with images of war, senseless violence, discrimination, children sleeping on the streets.…

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Canada, Where Are We Headed?

With everything happening lately in the political arena, especially as the election gears up to be a showdown between Pierre Poilievre and Mark Carney, it’s hard not to feel disheartened. It feels more and more like we’re being asked to choose between two versions of the same broken system. And as a proud Canadian—someone who loves this country deeply—it’s painful to watch. Canada has long been…

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The Van, The Dream, and The Lesson

Did I buy a van while barely scraping by? Absolutely not. I made a conscious decision to invest in a reliable, everyday vehicle—something I could drive daily while also transforming it into my dream camper. And that’s exactly what I did. I used my tax return money to buy a car that fit both needs: practical for now, with the potential to become something more. What I do regret, however, is how I…