A Wish List

Today, I read an interesting story about a couple who fell in love with each other. Eventually, they got married and started to live happily ever after till one day they found out that she suffered from cancer. 
He never left her side. It was not long till she died leaving behind her nothing but a wish list and a lawfully wedded husband. He never spelled a word; only silent tears. After her funeral ended, he was asked about his future plans. He took a deep breath and answered with a mysterious twinkle in his eyes: "My plans are making my wife's wishes come true."

This inspirational story -true or not true- had deeply affected me. Therefore, I have decided to make my own wishlist. That way, maybe if I would die sooner than later, someone who cared enough would make them come true for me or at least try as I do realize that they are not that easy to fulfill. 

1- Get a Masters Degree in Applied Linguistics.
2- Get a PhD.
3- Enrich my writing skills and have online courses abroad.
4- Become a best selling writer and a very talented journalist.
5- Travel abroad especially to Angola, England, Paris and finally maybe settle down in Dubai.
6- Get a great job as a TV show presenter in Dubai.
7- Launch my own Magazine and Radio in Tunisia in the English language.
8- Establish one of the largest libraries in my home town Kairouan to make it the favorite destination for bookworms.
9- Get piano lessons.
10- Learn other languages other than English, Arabic and French.

For now, this is my wishlist. Short, I know. But, it can take me very long years to make some space for it on the land of reality. I hope that I can live long enough to do that.

Attached is a "Wedding Vows" video sang by Jamie Foxx. I dedicate it to all those who have been lucky enough to taste the true and long lasting kind of love as well as to those who walked away with broken hearts. For the latter, do not give up. There is always hope.

                                                                                                         Written by: Nada Mrabet

A Good Bye Letter

Dears sisters,

I am writing you this letter to give a spiritual good bye to the loveliest sisters and best friends I have ever had. However, this does not mean that I will never talk to you again. As a matter of fact, I will always be there for you whenever you need me and no matter what would be the circumstances!

Lately, I have discovered that the worst feeling ever is when I begun to realize that all those days I've spent with you; all those good times and even bad times were simply fake. They were never meant to last forever and at some point, I always had a little voice telling me that you knew it. But I didn't. 


Last night I couldn't sleep. I spent the whole night crying.. crying over the loss of those I have never expected to lose. It's funny how the closest people to you can change so easily. It is becoming like some kind of a phenomenon like chromosome mutation.


Every time I imagine my future, I see you in it. I see you when I graduate and on my wedding day. But maybe I should stop doing that as I've come to learn that high expectations can only be followed by disappointment. You have never loved and needed me as much as I did , and you will never find someone who would love you as much as I did.


If it hadn't been for the fight of the ex-clic, we would have never been close friends from the beginning. But here you go! You guys are back together and I'm the ex now. It's fine by me. I respect your decision. I actually got used to such situations. In fact, I took off the terms friends and sisters from my dictionary forever. If I hadn't luck with you guys, I will never have any with any one.

I guess this is it. I am not putting the blame on anyone. I suppose good stories are never meant to have happy endings. You seem like you want to end it with no farewell. But I am giving you one for old times' sake. 

I thank you for the good and the bad. I wish you happiness and success from the deepest wells of my heart. No matter what happened, is happening and would happen, you will always be in my heart, thoughts and prayers. 

                                                                       Yours Sincerely,
                                                                                    Ex- sister.

                                                                                                                             Written by: Nada Mrabet

Feminist? Me?

Random thoughts (2):

Feminism is not a dirty word. It does not represent women who post naked photos on Facebook, wear mini skirts, swear, smoke and drink. It is none of that. 


Being a feminist means being a fighter; fight those who seek to mute the voice of women around the world, imprison their thoughts and steal their rights.

Being a feminist means being independent, by letting no one own you for feeding you and buying your favorite perfume and expensive make up.

Being a feminist does not necessarily mean that women hate men. It does not also mean that female feminists are lesbians or male feminists are gay.

Being a feminist does not mean that women are of a better race than men. It simply mirrors the belief of the latter being equal.

Being a feminist means being a survivor; surviving social classification and sex discrimination; surviving after getting beaten till losing count. 

Being a feminist is proving to all misogynists that hell yeah! we can do it! all by ourselves.
So? Are you a feminist? 

                                                                            Written by:

                                                                            Nada Mrabet.. A feminist.

Inspired by:

Independently

Random thoughts (1):

Sometimes I feel like I think like a man. How?

I ask myself what most Arab women want these days and all days?! They want a good husband, a nice house and a couple of pretty and bright children.

Then I ask myself what do I want? I want to get my MA degree, study abroad for a PhD, make a great career as an efficient journalist and bestselling book writer, start my own business (Nad’Z company: the largest bookstore and the first English Magazine and Radio in Tunisia), buy my dream car, buy a big house with an inspiring corner for my writings, and maybe get married to a nice guy who both respects and appreciates me.

Simply, I want to be independent, successful, strong, independent and independent. I do not want to be in need for a man to buy me my rings and pay me my bills. I do not want to feel in debt for anyone. I want to take the piano lessons that I have always wished for. I want to be able to attend meetings and events in the association- I am part of- that strives to improve the well being of my city. I want to have a summer job so that I can pay my next year’s enrolling fees. I do not want to feel in debt for anyone, not even my old fellows!

I want to depend on me. 

How come that right is given to all men and not to all women? How come that right is given to my brother and not to me only because I was born with a Sorghastrom Endometrium?

                                                                                                           Written by: Nada Mrabet

Trust me! You WILL miss me!

Trust me when I say

That you will miss me!

You will miss that broken heart

That fell in love with you,

That was faithful to you.

You will miss those weary eyes

That shed tears for you.

You will miss those kind hands

That cooked your meal every day.

You will miss that baby face

That brought light into the

Blasphemous sick heart of yours.

You will miss that silly stupid girl

That made a man out of you.

That’s true. You were not one;

Not a decent enough one.

That bloody day I met you!

Nor would you be one

When I am no longer with you.

Trust me when I say

That you will miss me.

Every time you will look at her face,

You will miss me

And every riddle,

You thought you solved, in me.

                                                                               Written by: Nada Mrabet

A "whore" she is no more

She used to be a « whore »

And now, she is no more.

She used to be in debt to him

Just because he said them;

Those three little words

With his beautifully sad grin.

She used to build castles in Spain

Where she made him a prince, a man

Converted him from a low-life,

“Lowfully” low-life farmer to

An honorably dignified King.

She gave him everything a man;

A true man would wish for.

But he turned out to be no man,

Not a little, not at all.

She refused to give him her body,

She gave him her heart, mind and soul

And nothing more

As she was no whore.

He did not want more. Thus,

She fell in love with him harder than before.

Do you see now why?

Why she used to be a « whore »?

He owned her heart, mind and soul.

That is why she used to be a « whore ».

And now that she loves no more,

Not him, not anyone,

She shall never be a « whore ».

                                                             Written by: Nada Mrabet

Statement of purpose sample

After my graduation, all that I was thinking about is to do my utmost to obtain both my MA and PhD degrees and become thereafter a competent university teacher. My academic goals revolve around the world of literature, specifically drama. I will be hopefully focusing on either medieval drama or modern theatre for the following reasons. At the outset, during my third year, I was deeply touched by Samuel Beckett‘s play Endgame and by the theatre of the Absurd in general. After that, during my fortnight in the Language Village in summer 2012, my fascination was further nurtured as I was heartily engaged in the drama workshop, moderated by such inspiring drama teachers. This exquisite experience gave me the opportunity to reconsider drama and to explore its new dimensions. To tell the truth, in the beginning, I was hesitating between linguistics and literature. Then, for the latter reasons, I finally made up my decision. Moreover, ever since I got my Baccalaureate, I have been dreaming of becoming a writer and starting my own magazine. To conclude, pursuing my studies with an MA degree in Literature will serve as a stepping stone both to enhance my educational level and to fulfill my future goals.

                                                                                                                          Written by: Nada Mrabet

Let me be Me

I do not want to be someone that others want Me to be. I want to be someone that I want to be. It is up to Me to be the way I choose to be. "To be or not to be", that is NOT the question, as I already have the answer. I have already chosen to be because I want to be the way I want to be. And if I would have chosen to be someone that others want Me to be, I would simply be someone that I do not want to be, and that would not do Me any favors as I am trying to be someone that I want to be. I am just trying to be Me. Therefore, you be You, and let Me be!.. Me!

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