Robb Stark: There's a song. 'Jenny of Oldstones, with the flowers in her hair.'

Catelyn Stark: We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.

Inspired by 'Game Of Thrones'

All through the sultry and humid day,
The sky had grown angry and reddish grey!
And the evening suddenly became very still,
As an eerie silence crept there in!
When suddenly from the sky came rushing out,
Making a prolonged whistling and gushing sound,
As if some beastly hounds have been let out, -
There came the raging, ravaging, Dust Storm!

مع كُلِّ ساعةٍ خانقةٍ وحارة من ساعات النهار،
كانَ غضبُ السماءِ يزيدُ ويغلِّف غيمَها بالرماد والاحمرار!
وفجأةً شُلَّ الليل وسكن، كأنَّ صمتًا مخيفًا إليهِ تسلل...
ليكسره فجأةً هديرٌ وصفيرٌ أتى مُسرِعًا من السماء
ككلابِ صيدٍ أُفلِتَ لِجامُها... إذ جاءت عاصفةُ الغبارِ الهائجة لتُهلِك كُلّ ما في الأُفُق!


Translated by my beloved @error0error (Haidar)

That's so sweet Imma get diabetes💚

إِنَّ الحَبيبَ الَّذي يُرضيهِ سَفكُ دَمي
دَمي حَلالٌ لَهُ في الحِلِّ وَالحَرمِ

يَطوفُ بِالبَيتِ قَومٌ لا بِجارِحَةٍ
بِاللَهِ طافوا فَأَغناهُم عَنِ الحَرَمِ

ضحّىٰ الحَبيبُ بِنَفسٍ يَومَ عيدِهِمُ
وَالناسُ ضَحّوا بِمِثلِ الشاءِ وَالنِعَمِ

لِلناسِ حَجٌّ وَلي حَجٌّ إلى سَكَني
تُهدى الأَضاحي وَأُهدي مُهجَتي وَدَمي

- الحسين بن منصور الحلاج

if you try dying, you die trying

1452: There was born to me a grandson, the son of Ser Piero my son, on the 15th day of April, a Saturday, at the third hour of the night [about 10 p.m.]. He bears the name Leonardo

1452: وُلِدَ لي حفيدٌ من إبني، السير بييرو، في الـ 15 من أبريل المصادف يوم السبت في الساعة الثالثة من المساء [العاشرة مساءً]. سُمّيَ ليوناردو.

Everything that we find pleasurable causes ventral tegmentum neurons (in the midbrain) to fire and release dopamine into the nucleus accumbens (in the forebrain's basal ganglia), which then evaluates how rewarding it is, according to the amount of dopamine released. For this reason the nucleus accumbens is popularly referred to as the brain’s “reward center,” and dopamine as “the pleasure molecule,” although they both serve numerous other functions as well

All addictive drugs target the ventral tegmentum and act on it in one way or another to enhance dopamine transmission, increasing the concentration of the neurotransmitter both there and in the nucleus accumbens and its other projection areas. Nicotine increases the firing rate of dopamine-producing ventral tegmentum neurons by acting on nicotinic receptors expressed on their surface; opioids, cannabinoids, and benzodiazepines increase their firing rate indirectly, by inhibiting the activity of GABA-producing interneurons in the ventral tegmentum; and psychostimulants such as cocaine, amphetamines, and ecstasy block the dopamine transporter, a membrane protein that normally reabsorbs dopamine once it has been released by neurons into the synaptic cleft.

By Leonardo da Vinci

The publicity of one's feelings renders them barren, hollow, and banal

Because when we try to express our feelings and experiences, we inherently lose some of the richness and liveness of them. And as we share them with more people, we lose, bit by bit, their eccentricity and uniqueness, as each and every one of those people would have their own slightly-different version of the feeling... It's a game of (he told me that she told him...)

أعتقدُ أنّ التطور الطبيعي للإنترنت والتواصل الإجتماعي أوصلَنا للمرحلة التي صارت بها مشاعرنا وتجاربنا الشخصية "محتوى ترفيهيًا."

مسلسلات الدراما الجديدة لا تُعرض على التلفاز، أو على نتفلكس حتى، بل على تويتر وإنستاغرام وفيسبوك.
الناس أنفسهم، أحيانًا فقط عبر التعبير عن مشاعرهم، صاروا يصنعون المحتوى الترفيهي (دراميًا كان أو تراجيديًا أو كوميديًا) ويستهلكونه.
The whole world is a sitcom now

That's why I usually hesitate and feel uneasy when it comes to posting about my feelings and personal experiences, bcuz I instantly realize that hundreds of people are going to "watch" me. Not that I have stage fright. But bcuz my feelings will not be mine anymore, they'll be "content" for entertainment; and suddenly my life feels like a reality show, not Reality (with a capital R).