Paper Minders

*The Power of Attraction: Manifesting the Life You Desire*

Just as planets follow their orbits, each with its own gravitational pull, they never collide or get sucked into the sun. This is a reflection of how we move through life—each in our own orbit, yet interacting with others along the way.

When we collide with others, it’s often because there were no boundaries in place. Don’t get me wrong—some collisions can be beneficial, leading to new experiences, growth, and even powerful connections. However, we must be mindful of the kind of energies we allow into our space, as they can create either harmony or chaos.

To navigate the constant shifts of energy, we must set our own orbits and choose the people we want to revolve around. This is especially true when it comes to relationships between opposing genders—there’s no need to be liked by everyone. By understanding vibrational energy, we gain control over the kind of atmosphere we immerse ourselves in.

It’s better to orbit alone with self-awareness than to force connections that don’t align with your energy. When you establish the right boundaries and embrace the fact that you don’t need to fit into a specific orbit, you gain the power to shield yourself from negative manifestations. With knowledge and awareness, you can identify negativity from afar and protect your energy.

Yet, amidst all this, our responsibility remains: to radiate love, joy, laughter, and, most importantly, a playful heart that can transform frustration into humor. Instead of being angry at traffic or minor inconveniences, shift your mindset. *Set the frequency you want to attract, and you’ll feel like a million dollars—even when you’re broke.*

Yohanna Anis
1st/Feb/2025

We are looking for voulnteer writers ( not paid)
Time: your own free time.
Age: all welcomed
Writing level: ( begginer to professional)

نحن نبحث عن كتاب متطوعين (غير مدفوع)
الوقت: في وقت فراغك
السن: اي سن
لفل كتابة: كل من لدية شغف كتابة ( مبتدئ او محترف)

مساء الخير لل يوم، أصل المصائب،فأل الشرور، المثيرين للشفقة،المنبوذين السلبيين ، المعنفين المهمشين، المضطربين ، المحرومين ، المتوحدين ، المجمدين في ثلاجات الوحدة، المحبوبين بشروط ، الفاقدين للطاقة ، المتخلفين في الامتحانات والفاشلين في الدراسة ، المتهربين من لقاء الكائنات "الحية"،القابعين في الانطوائية ،ينظفون الوحل فيتسخوا ، ويتجاهلون الألم فتنتصر أسنانهم على أظافرهم ، يراهنون بقلوبهم ولايفوز فرس الرهان ، يسامرون الدمى المسكونة وغبار الطلع، تغرق وسادتهم كبارا وأَسِرَّتهم صغارا ،لايشاهدون الرعب والأكشن خائفين من كل شيء حتى النور ، لايحبهم أحد ولايصدقون أن هناك من يحبهم لايشاركون همومهم ،فمشاركة الهموم مع أحدهم = كاهل مثقل بالديون ، مؤلفي قاموس الحزن ، واضعي علم البكاء ، مصاصي الألم وسجاني الدموع ، مستقبلي الصدمات ، الذين لايشعرون بالفخر ، ولايملكون صورا لطفولتهم ويكرهون السيلفي ، هواتفهم صامتة وشاشاتهم مظلمة ، ذوي الاحتياجات الخاصة بلاإعاقة،والجماجم العفنة الخالية من اللوز،الأكتاف المتهدلة والعيون المقعرة والحزن الأخرس والأسرارالتي تقف على السطور تحت مظلة الهوية المجهولة والاسم المستعار ، المربوطين بجذوع التنمر وأرجوحة الكبت،يعبرون جسر الوحدة بأعجوبةويسبحون لضفة الغد بالإكراه ،من يتصدقون براحتهم في سبيل ذويهم ، ويتضورون جوعا للحب فيبحثون عنه في خيوط الشبكة العنكبوتية وصناديق القمامة ، يتخلى عنهم القريب والغريب فيخضعون لرغبته في صمت ودون اعتراض يضعون بخور الذكريات ،يستدعون الشياطين،ثم يجلدون ذواتهم عسى يخرج جن الحزن من رأسهم، يقاومون الانتحار فيبتاعون أجنحة الأمل وعلى المائدة تطير الأجنحة وتبقى الصحون فارغة ،يطرقون أبواب الفضفضة ليلا ثم يهربون فتلاحقهم وتقص خصلات ضحكاتهم خصلة خصلة، يصارعون ثور التجاهل فيغرس قرونه في أحشاء شجاعتهم ،،، إناث النحل التي تقرص جسد المعاناة فتعلق في شرنقة الموت ، تبور أراضي الرحمة والعطف حولهم فيختلقون صديقا في اللاوعي ويتوسلونه التسلية ، يجاهرون بالحزن ، ويبنون من هياكل خذلانهم فَزَّاعات تخيف الفراشات وتبعد الملائكة ، يكتبون أمنياتهم في يناير وتاريخ وفاتهم في ديسمبر ، ويشتاقون لصوت الموسيقى في صندوق أنستازيا ،،،،،،،،،،،،، يقفون على غصن القلم اليابس .....
فتخونهم أصابعهم الضعيفة كل مرة ويسقطون في
سمر
١/٥/٢٠٢٣

A Traveller

Roaming in an infinite space all alone, the grey-bearded man sought answers. And in his quest he became absorbed, oblivious to the passage of time. Colorful beams from another world illuminated the void within. Red, yellow, green, purple, orange, and black brimmed through the cracks. Each one had a story to tell and a distinctive ambiance distinguished it from the rest. He approached them one by one and each presented him with an intimate vision.

The first vision was of a young man, observing a young woman from across what looked like a hallway, it was obvious that he fancied her. She sparkled in his dreamy eyes and her red dress shined in the hall where she stood. The picture was clear and the colors in it glistened, her brown wavy hair dangled at the sides of her head and the lipstick on her mouth smelled of cherry, the aroma permeated the air that had overflowed with passion. The young man stayed where he was, observing absently until another had come and swooped her away.

The second vision was of a graduation ceremony, caps flew high in the air as the photographer attempted to take a perfect shot. Boys and girls in their gowns with wide happy smiles extending from ear to ear hugged in exhilaration as their parents looked at them proudly, pleased and content of what their children had accomplished. Songs of victory and music exhibiting themes of triumph played loudly, encompassing the atmosphere.

The third vision was in a church, where a priest stood in front of two devoted lovers, eager to start the next chapter of their lives. Marriage vows were exchanged and rings were presented as gifts between the parties. The newlyweds exited the church hand in hand through those who shared their lovely moments, little girls and boys sprayed rice in front of them and the attendees wished them a life full of prosperity and fruitfulness. And a great voice thundered, “The two shall become one flesh; so then they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore, what God has joined together, let not man separate.”

The fourth vision was of calm melancholy, for as there exists great happiness so does great sadness exist as well. A man kneeled beside a bed at a hospital, where his mother quietly laid. He prayed in trepidation asking that she be spared, but unfortunately, all things under the sun pass away eventually, and that day was his mother’s last. The heart monitor flat lined and beeped announcing her departure from this world, her son let his head sag lower and lower as his eyes brimmed with tears and a sensation of longing rended his heart into shreds.

The fifth vision was at an office where a man was fixated to his computer screen for hours, endless pages of complex and unnecessarily long paragraphs scrolled down before his eyes on his monitor monotonously. Documents and files spread over the desk in a disorderly manner forcing the man to a heavy sigh at the sight of them. The clock that was set in a niche on the wall struck 12 times announcing the beginning of midnight, the man checked his phone in an attempt at a break; 12 missed calls and 10 messages from his wife asked him at different intervals of time when will he be back. The man sighed once more and sank into his chair.

The sixth and last vision was more cheerful than the last two. Wreaths, bells, and stockings were hung almost everywhere in a glowy living room, a snow globe, candles, and Santa Clause figures were set on a red table, a cardboard model of a reindeer was placed near a large Christmas tree donned with golden and silver garlands and atop of it laid the star of Jesus. Two boys and a girl came running into the scene shouting in excitement, behind them arrived a father and a mother smiling delicately, the children quickly uncovered the wrapped presents they found under the tree in elation, while the parents watched them merrily.

A thunder cracked in the heavens as the last vision ended, the man noticed a tear in the fabric of the universe that beheld him, and a great white light forced itself into it. The man gently put his hand in the tear and it waxed engulfing him. On the other side, he found innumerable tears leading to other places, he moved towards one of them and he looked through it. A lonely child laid in fear crying, the room he was in, looked very similar to the one where he saw the visions, he went in and calmed the boy. The boy stopped weeping, looked at the man who favored him with a rueful grin, and smiled. Abruptly the man was sucked out of the room and blown into another very white one, where another vision started forming before his eyes.

He saw them, all grown up and busy in their lives, the two boys and girl from before… happy and engaged with the world. They kissed their mother goodbye before stepping out of the house on their way to the university, the man looked for the father but he did not seem to be there. The mother went out to the porch where the sun shined on her beautiful garden, she sat on her favorite rocking chair and drew out a photo. She looked into it with a smile and held it close to her heart.

The man’s eyes were overflowing with tears, yet his expression was of gladness. He saw the picture… it was him. He realized that this was his family, and that he was allowed a glimpse into their lives, and just a glimpse was enough, to let him know that he was still loved and remembered. It’s been years yet they never forgot him, and for that his heart jumped in excitement and happiness.

Life is a journey, and a person goes through it despite everything, sometimes it is cold, depressing, and boring but also comes a time when it is cheerful and exhilarating. You decide how to receive it, and you choose the path in which you tread. The beautiful thing about it is there are innumerable routes to take and it’s never too late to switch them up. A destination remains inevitable and everyone reaches it one way or another, but until that time comes, aspire to make a difference in someone’s life while you are on the road, and live life to the fullest just like the man of our story did.

Bishoy Doss
9/2/2023