Speak out! The world needs it.
The pen was heavy. The page was always blank. The words that used to rush and explode in my head disappeared. It would take days to finish one small piece.
Why me? Why now? Why do I feel so alone?
I felt like I was floating, like I wasn’t on Earth, like I wasn’t human.
Even though I tried to be quiet and secretive, I realized that if one of us survived, the other would perish.
People in the Arab world think that there is a lack of mental health problems, but the issue is more to do with stigma and ignorance.
لا أستطيع أن اصف لكم الإحساس عندما نرتدي اللباس التقليدي الجميل و كأننا تحفة فنية، ذلك الإحساس عندما يفتح الستار و يصفق الجمهور