A One Year Old Autobiography

This time last year

I was introduced to the blog world by my sister. I wanted to write anonymously, so I found refuge in writing poems. She was around, and I had to keep my posts vague. In a matter of days, I’ve become hooked. I was obsessed with blogger’s profiles. I couldn’t sleep without posting.


I started my memoirs of a single girl series. I wrote about work disappointments. I wrote about people’s pains. I wrote about children’s pains.

I shared my joy, I shared my pain. I joined forces with the wonderful Kuwaiti single girls. I was imaginative sometimes, but I was mostly real.

No matter how silly I sounded, you were there. You heard me gossip, you heard me wail. You un-huffed me.

I dated, and I got engaged. I was drawn by Ray, and I was caught by my sister.



I had a year full of surprises. I lost friends, I lost loves. Blogging was one of the things I gained. I met wonderful people and my life has changed. I feel no more different. I feel no more incomplete. I send my love to you all.




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