“They take their shots, but we’re bulletproof. And you know for me, it’s always you. In the dead of night, your eyes are so green. And I know for you, it’s always me.”
Who said there is no escape from this world? Who said that paper and pen are not enough to take you from reality to fantasy? Who said that money is the only thing that will get you to travel the oceans? Who said that creating conversations between you and yourself is a weird thing? Who said that you need to get along with all types of people in order for you to be okay? Who said that you can’t create your own friend the way you want that friend to be? Who said that you can’t smile to yourself in the mirror every day and night and make sure that you are feeling good? Or who told you that you can’t do what you want?
Well, everyone says these things, but why do we care? At the end each one of us was created in a different way, and was born in a different part of a second, on a different spot of earth; and this makes each one of us unique. Some people might seem bad to us and we might seem bad to those people too; but at the same time we seem so perfect to a very specific amount of other people; those who really are written as actual, daily characters in our story book; those that we really need to keep and care about.
Whether you are a word writer, book reader, music player, world traveler, picture taker, or even a screen watcher; can you feel the point that we all are related? We all leave this world into the world that our brain creates. Creating uncountable characters to spend time with. Or fall in love with an inexistent personality to feel the support. Or composing a new track to ignore what makes your inner self mad. Or discover a new place to run away to. Or photographing to see the beauty in a new thing that no one can recognize. Or turn a blind eye to the world for a couple of hours to see the world that cannot be seen in real life.
For me, I realized myself as a writing seeker in the year of 2017. When I wrote my very first story on four notebooks; those were school draft notebooks. It was the year when I thought that I lost way too many things and a lot of my dreams were crushed. That brown table and tiny brown chair in that one room house, having only my pencil moving me from one destination to another, creating a huge number of characters that were talking to me, kidnapping me into their own beautiful dreamy world.
2020 is the year when I started being known on Pinterest and people started actually visiting my older, simple website. And 2023, is the year I finally updated my website and started pursuing writing as a separate work away from my college to kidnap everyone who is running from this apocalyptic world, looking for a sanctuary. To embrace, in my ultimate website that contains everything I started 7 years ago on a note paper in a hotel room.
Thank you for helping me finish my masterpiece with this beautiful website. I am so happy that I have you sharing my journey with me through all these years. And still, I will continue with you with more and more characters, places and landscapes. Whether it’s night, morning, afternoon or evening in the place where you are now; I wish you living it happily and hopefully.
With all my love, Roady <3
November. 23. 1999
A brief description of who I am:
My name is Rawad Al Zahabi, the translation is Roady Golden to English or Ravat Altınlı to Turkish. I’m Muslim, Arabic, Syrian, from Damascus “Sham”. I’m a Junior in the University of Michigan, majoring in Pre-medicine. I work as a tutor in the Arabic language. And was assigned as a mentor for new students in UM. I’m an honors student, a member of: Phi Theta Kappa, Phi Delta Epsilon, The National Society of Leadership And Success “Sigma Alpha Pi”, and The National Society of High School Scholars. I speak three languages fluently: Arabic, Turkish and English, and I’m learning the fourth one, which is French. I like traveling, writing, website designing, photography, reading, and music.
