Meredith Miller- Guest post


Not Noor here!

My name is Meredith Miller, a self-published author from the Association of Merry Makers, for which I write free books of short stories like Hotel Hart. My life goal is to get sponsored as an author by Pizza Hut.

As someone who writes stories, a big question that comes up in my head is, “Why do people read?”

There are a bunch of reasons. Who hasn’t had a bad day and curled up with a good fantasy, or tried to solve the guess the killer in a mystery novel, or even felt the thrill of Pennywise giggling behind them?

But I think there’s something more important than these. To me, reading can be summarized in a quote from Atticus Finch, a good ol’ southern lawyer in To Kill a Mockingbird.


“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”

There it is. That’s what it is. People care, people love, people want to understand others. To me, a novel is empathy put on paper, a way to understand yourself and others. And that is what I base my writing on, friends. I don’t know many of you, but I like to think of my stories as a hug.

I hope that if you feel like one of my characters is like you, they’re happy. If you feel personified by a sad, hurt character, I hope my stories offer hope and healing.

Did you know that in medicine, it seems that wounds that hurt while you heal tend to leave fewer scars? It’s something to do with the life in the wounded area. The pain means that the nerves afflicted with, say, a cut, are still alive and well, which means that the area is alive as well. Because of this, the cut will heal better. Pain is an indicator that we still feel, still live.

I’m sorry, I ramble. I’m glad you read this and I leave you with a short excerpt from Hotel Hart. I hope that you empathize with my work from far away. If you feel like this relates to a wound of yours, I apologize and hope the healing doesn’t hurt too much.

Thank you. I love you


Hotel Hart 4


“When you were trying, I was there to help. Being a tour guide doesn’t do much for money, but I helped a little. I was supporting and if there was any believing to be done, I was good at that too.

“And now you’re making it. It’s so incredible, and it’s scary because I’m just a poor tour guide.”

His stomach tugged because he felt like he was weighing a genius down.

“I can’t make the money that you’ll be making. Just this honeymoon stretched me like a rubber band. And you’ll have thousands of fans and critics.”

“And one husband.”

“Sure. It’s just… I can’t explain. You know when there’s a peach and you’re trying to cut it but it’s too ripe, so you try as hard as you can not to squeeze it to mush? That’s how my heart feels right now.”

“Oh, honey.”

He fiddled a little with the band of his old watch. “It feels like my life has led up to me being here for you and helping you become the amazing artist you are. I made the money so you could focus on the craft, telling you it was possible; loving you. And now you’ve reached your goal. I can’t help anymore. It’s so empty.”



“I’ll always need you. And by the way? As long as you care about me, I never need to design another dress ever again.”

“But… you said that designing was like breathing to you.”

“It is. But I love you.”

“I love you too. And I’m proud of you. I’m happy being the artist’s husband. As long as I’m not holding you down. I could be an eventual stay-at-home-dad.”

“You’re not just that. You’re my muse.”


Mystery Blogger Award



I have been nominated to do this thing by Rei who is a blogger that I actually enjoy reading her stuff and she is the reason I genuinely started thinking about blogging, so hereby I’d like to thank her for being my motivation and nominating me although I do not consider my self as a blogger yet, as I have a long way to go and get into this world.

So I am going to try this thing and I hope that I do it the right way.

MYSTERY BLOGGER AWARD according to the beautiful Okoto Enigma ; An award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do with so much love and passion.

The Rules

  • Include the award logo on your blog
  • List the rules
  • Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog
  • Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
  • Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
  • Nominate 10 people
  • Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
  • Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one funny or weird question (specify)
  • Share a link to your best post (s)


Three thing about me:

  1.  I am a series junkie.
  2. I love books.
  3. I am annoying on social media.

Questions from my nominator:

  • Do you have any pets ?

Only if I can consider my brothers as pets, kidding. I actually never had a pet however we in my house tend to take care of stray cats.

  • What word would you use to define your sense of fashion ?


  • What’s your guilty pleasure ?

Bad old Arabic songs.

  • Android or iOS ?

IOS all the way.

  • What are you insecure about regarding yourself ?

I guess I am insecure about people finding me boring.


So I reached the part where I am supposed to nominate other bloggers and ask them questions, but I will not do that only because I really don’t know any bloggers.



New year, happier me?

It has been a while since I wrote anything here and I blame change for that because when you start something and stop for a while for whatever reason it was you just don’t know how to go back to it. Truth be told I have written to many potential posts but as soon as I reach the end I just feel that it is not worth it because MEH!
So today I, right now, I am forcing myself to write whatever comes into my mind, and I promised myself that I will post whatever I end up writing and if this never saw the light I would disappoint myself, however, no one would know lol.
Furthermore, I wrote that word just to sound sophisticated but joke is on me because I’ll never be but who cares :p anyways, because we are 11 days into 2018, I would like to wish whoever is still reading this a happy new year and extend my apologies because you are reading this nonsense, but thank you I APPRECIATE IT.
I don’t do New Year revelations as I keep posting everywhere like, SHUT UP WOMAN WE KNOW! Basically, in my life I have decided to make few changes and I hope that I stick to them, and being in social media for as long as I remember I learned that when I document anything I want to do, 70% of the time I end up doing and sticking to them to avoid the embarrassment of being looked at as a quitter and for the sake, of having something important or at least important to me I am going to share them you!

• I am pro-Music, that’s why I decided to share good music on my Snapchat, one a day at least.
• Go on more early walks.
• Watch more animal videos. (I swear this is a major mood booster)
• Follow fewer people on social media, only the ones I really care about what the post.
• Write more, even if there is nothing to write about.
• For ones in my life, I am trying to fill a journal and not quit around February.
• Colour more. Be artistic,
• Listen to podcasts.

Now I know these sound silly, but I have been committed for the past few weeks, and I started each of them on different times, and I have been introducing each of them as time goes.
I have been slightly going back to my old self and this fact is scaring the hell out of me, I do not what to end up gloomy and sad, I do love life and I want to be happy and with how lonely and pressured I have been feeling recently, I think I owe it to myself to work hard to improve myself because I do believe that people need to work to be happy and not sit around in the dark waiting for that light to shine on them but they should get up and light it because life is worth being seen.
And I should stop preaching.



ربِ الرحيم الغفور،
إني اسألك مغفرتك وعطفك، فأنا مليئة بالذنوب، رغم محاولاتي الدائمة في ان اكون مسلمةً افضل مما انا عليه اليوم، فأنا لازلت اقصر في عبادتي، ارجو ان تغفرلي وتدلني على الطريق المستقيم، فقلبي لا زال على ملَتِكَ وينبض ايمانًا بمُلتك.
قال بعض البشر ان من لا يشكر الناس لا يشكر الله، انا دائمة الشكر للناس، لعبادك. اود ان اشكرك على نعَمِكَ عليّ،
اشكركَ يا الله لانك خلقتني من صلبِ رجلٍ يقدس العلم، وعلمني ان اسعى في طلبِ العلم فأكون ممن هم يبنوا في أرضك وابتعد عن درب من هم يهدمون فالارض من جهلهم.
واشكرك لانك اخرجتني من رحم امرأةٍ صلبة، تتحدى العالم لتثبت بأن المرأة كرمها الاسلام، امرأةٍ علمتني بأني لستُ عارًا بل انا فردًا من افراد هذا العالم.
اشكرك يا الله على اخوتي، فبعدك انت، اعلم بأني بأمانٍ دائما، لا اخشى المستقبل بمفاجآته.
اشكرك على صديقاتي، الاتي هن سبب رجوعي الى طريقك عندما افشل في السير على نهجك، هنّ سبب قوتي وثباتي امام هذا العالم.
اشكرك يا الله على الاشخاص اللذين ترسلهم في طريقي، فمن كل شخصٍ اتعلم ومن كل فرد منهم اكبر واصبح اكثر تمسكًا فيكَ وثقةً بإيماني.
انا لا أملك في هذه الدنيا إلاك، فنحن زائلون، اما انت ربِ فأنت الوارث الواحد، انت السميع العليم، وانت اعلم بخفايا قلبي الدفينة، تعلم بإنكساراتي خيباتي، انت شهدت دمعاتي المستورة عن خلقك، تلك التي اخفيها بإبتساماتي وضحكاتي المتعالية.
ربي المعطي،
إني لا اسألك طريقًا سهلًا بل اني اسألك ان تساعدني بأن يصبح داخلي بقوة خارجي، ثبت خطواتي في طريقي الوعر.
ربي الكريم،
إني اسألك ان تطهر قلبي و روحي، وأسألك يا الله بأن تهديني سبل السلام وتبث في قلبي السلام، ربي اسألك ان تعاملني بما انت اهلًا به وليس ما انا اهلًا به فأنت ارحم علّي من قلبِ امي.
واخيرًا، ربي التواب،
اغفرلي عدم اتقاني لِ لغةِ كتابِك، ولركاكة رسالتي.

❞ من باب إعطاء كل ذي حقٍ حقه، فكرة هذي الرسالة كانت من سلسه تويتات كتبتها @Maria_mzh “اضغطوا على اسمها وتحصلوا التويتات” كانت مسويه مدونه رمضانية بإسم رسالة لربي، ومن حبي لفكرتها طبقتها بطريقتي.
واحب اقول اني ما سويت مراجعة للي كتبته من اي نوع عشان ما يفقد جودته واصالته وشكرًا. ❝

If We Love..

The rope is tight
There is the note
Best one I ever wrote,
A masterpiece, I would say
The 10th draft
Stood on a chair
Took a long look at myself,
A final look,
My dress is perfect
Yellow, the color of hope
Fixed my hair
Checked my lipstick
Everything had to be perfect
I put on the rope,
and pushed away the chair.


** This poem was inspired by a short movie I found earlier called “If we love“.


If you know me, you’d know that my favourite color is yellow. The color yellow represents sunshine, hope, happiness and to some it represents positivity, optimism or even joy; it is a happy colour after all.  But to me, the colors started to get mixed with my anxiety, it started to feel sad, because the color yellow reminded me of you, when I see yellow, especially when I am feeling mellow, I start to wonder, you used to tell me that you loved to listen to my voice, do you still love that? do I still pop into your mind like you still pop in mine? do you still love that I gave you your nickname? or does happy love songs reminds you of me? and do I still give you strength? do I make you feel good at your worst times? and do you still love my honesty?

Once you told me, no,  you wrote to me on a yellow piece of paper that you loved it when I told you secrets, well these are my secrets. I do wonder am I still your everything? do you still feel my existence? and do I make you proud of me? do you still love my skinny neck? because I sure don’t.

Another thing you told me, again on a yellow paper; you said to me that you loved the fact that I never used your mistakes against you, sadly I did. you loved the fact that I trust you, unfortunately, I didn’t. you said that you loved the fact that I get jealous, but did you? did you really? you said that you loved the fact that I believed in you where after a while I stopped believing in you, in me, in us. you did say that you loved that I am always on your side, and I am on your side. on the same yellow paper, you said that you loved that I still loved you, and I do, forever and always.

If you are still wondering, yellow is no longer my favourite colour.

Things I believed as a child

I think we all have these strange beliefs as kids that we either came up with yourself or are lies that we were told either from other kids or ADULTS to make us behave or whatever. So without further ado here we go:

  • If I was laying down and someone walked over me and didn’t walk back, I won’t grow any taller.
  • If I managed to pop a mole (beauty mark) anywhere in my body, I’d turn into a monkey.
  • If I lied about fasting or cheated during the holy month of Ramadan, I’d get a nasty mole in the middle of my forehead on the first day of Eid.
  • You can’t watch cartoons at night because all the characters are asleep.
  • Sitting too close to the Tv, I’d go BLIND.
  • Carrots would make me far-sighted.
  • If I didn’t sleep and started to make a fuss, the two headed cow would come to me.
  • Swallowing the seeds of fruits, a tree would grow in my belly.
  • Swallowing gum would stay in my belly for 7 seven years.
  • If you left a shoe upside down, it’s like you’re being rude to God.
  • They used to have a little birdy that told them all my secrets, little did I know that it didn’t exist.
  • When we went out at night, THE MOON FOLLOWED ME.
  • I used to believe that any song with my name on it, was sang to me here are the top 2:
  • Don’t put perfume on your hair because your hair would turn WHITE.
  • Don’t pluck a gray hair, because if you did your whole hair would turn GRAY.
  • When teeth fell, I should bury it otherwise my new teeth won’t grow perfectly.
  • I used to believe that every continent was on a different planet.

And the biggest lie of them all, AFTER HIGHSCHOOL LIFE, GETS EASIER!! Sorry to break it up to you IT DOES NOT!!!!!!!!!

Please tell me the lies you were told as a child or beliefs that used to believe either in the comments below or mention them to me on Twitter.