Rain is the warm softness of a mother’s hand as she soothingly dabs that nasty-smelling ointment on that bruised kneecap of yours, her delicate features creased with worry.
SARAH SHAWKATRain is the warm softness of a mother’s hand as she soothingly dabs that nasty-smelling ointment on that bruised kneecap of yours, her delicate features creased with worry.
SARAH SHAWKATAt times, a smile houses more sorrow than tears do.
SARAH SHAWKATHer eyes sparkled with diamonds of hope and burned with fires of raw passion.
SARAH SHAWKATDo not despair. The storm shall pass and the sun shall rise once more.
SARAH SHAWKATYou could see a butterfly as just a butterfly, or you could see it as an iridescent flower amidst the endless periwinkle blue skies.
SARAH SHAWKATChoose peace over temporary pleasure.
SARAH SHAWKATWhen we struggle to find hope, sometimes hope finds us in the most unexpected moments and serendipitous ways.
SARAH SHAWKATCry it all out darling because sometimes what you need is a good cry.
SARAH SHAWKATAt times, listening to the heart rather than the mind gives birth to enchanting moments.
SARAH SHAWKATNever let anyone mask their misbehavior towards you as authenticity.
SARAH SHAWKATLet the summer skies remind you that some days will be delightfully vibrant while others will be clouded with wisps of grey.
SARAH SHAWKATEvery album has its sad songs and happy songs.
SARAH SHAWKATDarling, you are a warrior, for even though each day feels like a battle, you keep fighting and live on.
SARAH SHAWKATYou may silence the mouth but never can you silence the eyes.
SARAH SHAWKATStrength is crying, stumbling, falling, and yet finding the courage to get up and start yet again.
SARAH SHAWKATYou can be both kind and considerate and know your worth at the same time.
SARAH SHAWKAT