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The channel's name says it all. By Hannah Tsehay Contact: @AHT_comments_bot
[🔵]Something Blue[ 🔵]
Like flagbearers raising their homelands' flags at the Olympic opening,
So do I observe strangers from afar, their flags waving.
Minimizing surprises, taking careful heed,
Just gauging the vibes before taking a blind stride.
Different people, yet not so different in their flags—
Many reds... a few greens
And then I saw you waving a blue one.
Well, that was unusual.
Not a red flag for warnings,
Nor a green flag that cheers,
But a blue flag—
Blue like the wide sky, embracing and free,
Blue like the ocean, deep as can be,
Blue like calmness, unhurried,
Blue like gentle, endearing.
I saw you with the blue flag,
And in that moment, I knew you were my homeland,
So on the day we stand at the altar,
I will be that "something old,"
The woman who has waited for you for as long as that long.
And together, we will be that "something new."
Our days ahead will be the "something borrowed,"
And you already know what the "something blue" is gonna be—
@as_hannah_thinks
[In defence of dullness]
I am not great at sports
Not good at video games
I don't even enjoy the group games like "The truth or Dare"
I rather focus on just following the Truth and daring to live, one day at a time
It is safe to say I am a legally boring person
But I am pretty sure I hold one of the top scores in the chrome Dino game,
You know, the pixilated T-rex that appears when your network vexes
The one featuring little Dino jumping over cacti and dodging flying birds
Yeah, that is my favorite game
I am telling you, I don't ask for much
Here is a little Dino, finding its way back home
Leaping over one cactus at a time
And trying over and over again
Even when it all looks lame
@as_hannah_thinks
[Unsent Letters]
In a world where transformation and personal growth are applauded, where metamorphosis is nature's call
I remained a comfortable caterpillar by choice.
It still puzzles me when I get a swarm of butterflies in my stomach at the thought of you.
I am too old for this.
It sometimes feels like I overstayed my welcome in your life
And now the rent check is piling up.
But if I leave, I am gonna be homeless.
What kind of a fool makes a home out of a rental house?
And at what age exactly does one stop being a fool?
Wait, didn't I just say I was too old for this?
Also, how old is too old?
I wish I could "unlearn" a lot of things in life,
but sadly, they don't have a school for that.
You once said, "As flying is the most imaginative 'freedomest' thing to a man, so could a humble walk be to a bird."
You bug me.
I think I owe you a proper poem.
@as_hannah_thinks
A friend of mine asked me why I have not been posting on 'As Hannah Thinks', and I was like that is because Hannah hasn't been doing much of thinking lately 😁
Back with #unpopular_opinions edition
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Thank you for choosing to stay
Saturday is leftover of Friday
መልካም ቀን
There goes [ ለእግዜሩ ]
Good listen! Couldn't agree more.
https://youtu.be/_EH_-lFWYzY?si=7Wq8qNNKuft097Bc
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Thank you for being here and for choosing to stay.
'On the road to Emmaus' marking this mile stone
መልካም ምሽት
#humbled
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I am just gonna sneak here neatly and share this
Also, please give this album a listen and thank me later
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLJ2XAwF3U9_oAURq17MZ6vii74jIiVg6U&si=x26nUeqa76NxZO0e
#Nostalgic_red_and_blue
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[Faith, Hope, love *Repeat]
ቢመሽም ደግሞ ባይነጋም
If bad and worse mix well in your life like a perfect amalgam
አላዛር እንደ ሞተ ቢቀር
Even if it doesn't get better
ማታ ለቅሶ ሁኖ ጠዋትም ለቅሶ ቢሆን
If you see the best of your years far in a rear view mirror
ተራራው ከፊቴ እንደሰም ባይቀልጥም
Not only you have to climb the mountain but there comes a bigger mountain after it
ጫካው ባይገለጥ ሸለቆ ባይሞላ
ተስፋ በኖ ጠፍቶ እምነትም ቢላላ
If uncertainties are camping full time in your brain like they are on a permanent retreat
Even if you have to train yourself to sleep to the lullaby of your own heartbeat
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I know one thing remains above all
Love
And these shall all be well with my soul
@as_hannah_thinks
[🕰Peniel🕰]
Imagine fleeing from the home you were born and raised
after manipulating your old father on his death bed and doing your twin brother wrong
Imagine going far away to an utterly foreign country
Imagine to be played upon by your uncle multiple times who also happens to be your employer
Imagine serving fourteen years all for a wife
Imagine serving six more years to actually claim the wage you deserved
And through all this, imagine finding love
Imagine fathering kids, imagine keeping the faith
And imagine the heart of your uncle ,whom you have worked for two decades, turn against you at last
Imagine fleeing from him in fear of losing all that you have slaved for for 20 years
Imagine dreading the day you finally meet your long-lost brother as you go back to the homeland
Imagine your life being a constant journey from one battle to the next,
Imagine having to wrestle all your life like some freaking WWE wrestler.
And at last, imagine wrestling with God Himself
like you haven't done your share of fighting yet
Imagine surviving
And even better, Imagine overcoming
Imagine getting your hip dislocated instead of being presented with a championship belt
Imagine wrenching a hip for a price tag of a changed name
And when it is all said and done ,
It is the break of dawn and the sun is rising
You want to rest so bad
But you have to go,
And you have to go limping
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Had I been Jacob, I know I would have slept before continuing my journey.
Not only slept but definitely overslept
And rightfully so
Oh Jacob!
This is what I was thinking this morning snoozing off my alarm for the third time since dawn
And unlike Jacob,I haven't been fighting all night long.
@as_hannah_thinks
[🫂Uግer🫂]
Sometimes...(by that I mean always)
I am the "Me" in my "Meh",
Indifferent to the world around me
Unimpressed by the person I have become
And you,
You are the "Hug" in my "ሀገር"
A constant arm around my shoulder
My place right around the corner
A country without border
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ሀገር ማለት ሰውም አይደል?
You are the Uግ in my Uግer
@as_hannah_thinks
#Repost
[Snippet]
We were sitting across the table, I like it
And I like you
I like you mostly because you let me be sitting quietly with my endless thoughts and feel at ease.
You asked me what was on my mind
I said "nothing in particular" and brushed it off, as usual
But here is a glimpse into what I was actually thinking
1. How do you talk yourself into getting accustomed to change when you know for sure that this time, it ain't for the better ?
2. The other day I saw a little girl, her left pinky badly injured by a slammed door. Her delicate finger dangled, held together by mere strands of tissue. Curiously, she told me she saw something weird in her wound- a tooth, she thought. I wanted to tell her that it was the shattered edges of her phalanges. But she was a little girl and she had big brown eyes.
3. I recently learned 'Wishing' is like having unicorns on rainbows and 'Hoping' is like pulling'em horns out of those unicorns and taming them into horses.
I have to try harder in life
4. And I have this legit fear of growing into becoming this person that a now years old me won't understand in retrospection
5. When I fail or make mistakes... I try to go easy on myself and be like oh this is new, I'mma take my lesson.
But then deep down, I know there is a pattern to it
So yeah, these were some of the things trafficking my mind, spreading across the fresh buns of my thought and jamming it like a fine marmalade.
I know am not gonna confide in you, you know that too.
You were not gonna ask.
But instead you said, "Another cup of coffee?"
@as_hannah_thinks
https://youtu.be/p8NVLq2fGLc?si=Xm_BuGGHd1RL0Iqd And maybe, Happy new year
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Hello, my Friday-ers! 😊🖤✌🏾Here’s some background for today’s poem:'Something Blue'
The "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue" rhyme dates back to 19th-century England and remains a cherished wedding tradition. Each item is believed to bring good luck to the bride and her marriage. Something old signifies continuity with the past, while something new embodies optimism for the future. Something borrowed from a happily married friend or relative is thought to transfer their good fortune. Finally, the color blue symbolizes love, purity, and fidelity.
Enjoy the poem!
ከሄኖክ በቀለ «ይናፍቀኛል» የግጥም ስብስብ መጽሐፍ ላይ በግሌ እጅግ የምወድለትን «መዝሙረ ሄኖክ» የተሰኘ ግጥሙን በዚህ መልኩ አንብቤዋለሁ። ተጋበዙ!
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#Unpopular_opinion
Sometimes I think it is not fair to ask people to love you for who you truly are when you barely can stand yourself
It is just another poetic sounding crap
Change for the better, don't burden your loved ones.
It is an absolute selfishness to expect your people to see past your past
when all you do is going back wallowing in mud like a pig after being bathed or like a dog returning to its vomit
(I hear your ewwww)
Ain't nobody perfect but there is no glory in choosing to stay broken, confused, wrapped in your biggest mistakes, your regrets glueing you to the floor
Get it together
Pick yourself up
Ain't no amount of human love gonna fix you
If you are in love with your 'brokenness' and 'darkness'
Let us be real
This is just another shallow pathologic trend calling for menders with "saviour complex", and we all know how that ends
Man up(or Woman up😁), mend yourself, live unapologetically
you are your own most consistent responsibility
And always remain grounded in this realisation
that gravity can even sometimes take vacation
Ha
I am just saying,
Do the hard work and make it easy on the people who care for you truly
@as_hannah_thinks
[ ለእግዜሩ ]
#Aka_myLifeline_and_Saftey_net
Part of adulting is learning a lot doesn't make sense,
You are told to connect the dots relentlessly,
And a line would unveil itself,
The road would appear as you walk on it,
They say it would be worth it.
I don't believe them,
But even if my years are spent doddling connecting points that don't align,
I rest assured in having You as my unwavering Lifeline
I wake before dawn like a diligent fisherman,
Casting my net on the lucky side of the lake,
Hoping to catch a fish or two for the day,
But I always bring my Safety net,
A place to sleep comfortably in an empty stomach if things don't go my way.
I choose to fly high,
Stitching my broken wings as I flop them in the air,
Building the plane as I fly it.
I can almost hear the Wright Brothers screaming...
'You are doing it wrong sister, you are doing it wrong.'
Haha.
They telling me to 'listen to the inner voices,'
But my soul whispers are deafening,
My intuition is a misdirection.
If I follow my inner compass,
I'd be heading right into an abyss.
My heart needs guidance,
A lot doesn't make sense,
And 'You got it all inside of you' is a big part of the nonsense.
I don't lose hope,
I will try, with all my might,
To connect the dots, to learn the art,
To aim for the bigger fish,
To live past one's wish.
But even if at the end of the day it doesn't make sense,
I've got my Lifeline and my Safety net.
@as_hannah_thinks
"You should never give yourself a chance to fall apart because, when you do, it becomes a tendency and it happens over and over again. You must practice staying strong, instead."
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[On the road to Emmaus]
To finally figure out that you are not as smart as you thought you were is heart-wrenching.
Discovering that you are not as close as you believed to be is soul-sore-ing
All your prized collection of pearls are just rocks and pebbles on display.
The unbreakable bond you thought you had gets shattered like a fragile pot made of clay.
Your cherished home is just another house.
Thinking you're a self-made champ, but the Matrix has always been the real boss.
The pills you have been taking were mere placebos.
All your profits you thought you made were just another loss.
You realize life has nutmegged you countless times,
Like Lionel Messi in his prime,
that at this point, you don't get mad;
you just laugh it off and keep walking down the road...
down the road to Emmaus.
Engaging in any friendly conversations with random strangers,
inviting them to stay for coffee and dinner,
hoping to finally meet the one who could break this curse,
waiting for it all to make sense.
I am waiting on YOU
On the road to Emmaus.
@as_hannah_thinks
[💧Confessions from under the water💧]
Now is the time I share a strange truth about myself:
I am half-human and half-fish,
And no, a mermaid is not typing this.
I am selFish, and I swim in a swirling pool of ignorance,
Channeling everything towards my direction
As if I am a living Bermuda.
A black hole looms within me,
And if I percuss on my soul, I bet it will echo with emptiness
Lord, have mercy on me.
Take this fish out of the water, and it shall live.
@as_hannah_thinks
[The tale of two zeros]
We came to this world with nothing,
we started from zero...[0]
And when the time comes for us to leave this world behind,
We leave with nothing,
that is another zero...[0]
So whatever we call life is a dance between these two zeros
I have a question,
Why does the symbol for infinity looks a lot like two zeros performing duet ballet?
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♾
Also on a very unrelated question column,
I miss you.
Well, that was more of a statement than a question
But I was thinking of those little infinite moments
@as_hannah_thinks
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Today's piece is somewhere between #unpopular_opinions edition and an actual poem
Good Sunday
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Today, we are talking about ያቆብ(or ያ - ኮፍያ if you wish )😁
መልካም ምሽት
😊🖤✌🏾
ልመርቅሽ:
May your headaches die at midnight,
May your knots burn with the morning sun,
May you find solace in silence,
May you find your smile in your back pocket.
I pray you see the better days your parents dreamed of,
I pray he protects you from sore throat and slow heartbreaks,
I pray you smile in excitement when you think of tomorrow,
I pray you find strength to pray for yourself.
May you find poems in your troubles,
May your scars align with oil and paint,
May your life be a canvas for others to see,
May your tribulations make art.
May you never run into a rabid dog,
May you never taste beer and fake happiness,
May you never face disputes your pinky can’t fix,
May you always speak your mind;
May you know what you know,
And may you know what you don’t.
May your tuesday afternoons go swift,
May both of your earbuds work,
May you find home in people,
May you be loved;
May you be held,
May you dance when the music stops,
May you paint smiles on faces,
May you live.
May you experience it all before it ends;
May you find change in your back pocket.
እንዲህ ልመርቅሽ፡
ሰው ሁኚ፣
ከሰውም ሰው።
@MenAce7
[⬅️Past perfect⬅️]
We all fail victim to the Nostalgia Bias
As if all the good and worth while things happened are the things of the past
We often find comfort in reminiscing about the yesteryears with rosy retrospection,
Funny how these roses have no thorns in our imagination
We find it easy to build our homes,
Right there, where the past belongs
couse the bus fares are high for our frequent visits to the "back in the days"
And with every trip it gets harder to leave
So why not live , if you can't leave? Ha
Soon we start getting consumed building bricks now
for our new mansion in the past, see the paradox?
Even the stincky parts of past get swept under the box
couse this is the past and only perfect resides here
and who cares about technicality when you are the lead engineer
Nail a framed mirror to the walls of your living room,
Let it be hanging
Can you see a reflection there?
Well, that is you clinging
Cause this is the past and perfection is the mother tongue
Put down your hammer
Time to learn some grammar
Ever heard of the past perfect tenses?
That is what has been messing with our senses
We sentimentalis the past, maybe that is why we have past perfect tenses... Perfect is an illusion but that is the human condition
And if that the case, good to remember the present perfect and future perfect tenses exist too
Even tho they sound more like an after thought, they might as well be just as true
I am just saying
@as_hannah_thinks
[Home]
What do a snail and a tortoise have in common?
They both are slow, laggard animals ofcourse.
But most importantly, they carry their homes on their backs.
Home is hard to build and even harder to drag around. But I try to do it anyway.
So next time I come over your place and you say make yourself at home, I might as well crawl back to my shell.
Don't be sorry, it is not you. It is just me.
@as_hannah_thinks
📸@ Mickyas.S
#Repost
#Saturday_is_left_over_Friday
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[The Square that isn't]
We were walking on a walk way by the street that led to a large square, surrounded by roads that diverged.
The square appeared as a perfect melting point, with its radius stretching out into the unknown.
And as we walked, I couldn't help but wonder why this square was called a square when it actually looked like a circle.
Would we still travel down these roads if we were told it was a circle and not a square? After all, it had no corners for a slight possibility of togetherness to some extent.
Instead all it has is Just curves, and everyone disperses in countless directions, chasing after our own lives like a fool chasing the wind.
In reality, a Square is just a circle.
But sometimes, misnomers make life more bearable,
providing a sense of comfort.
And there's no harm in finding solace in that.
I am just saying I don't mind if you label our encounter as incident
Afterall, I know even a square could be a circle
And I have learnt to not mind missnomers
@as_hannah_thinks
ጓዜን በቦርሳ ለመክተት እሞክራለሁ። ጓዜ ህይወቴ ነው። እንደበቆሎ ነቅዬ ሌላ ቦታ ልተክለው አልችልም። ስነቅለው አለቀ። ስተክለው ደሞ ሌላ ህይወት ነው። ሌላ በቆሎ። ይህችን የማስክ ካርቶን አንስቼ ወደቤቴ ብወስዳት ራሷን ትሆናለች? በካምፓስ ቁምሳጥን ውስጥ የወከለችውን ሁሉ ትሆናለች?
ልቤ ራደ።
ይህችን ቁራጭ ወረቀት ለምን በቁምሳጥኔ ከተትኋት? ይሄንንስ? ያንንስ? የቱ ትዝታ ነው ጠቃሚ? የቱ ነው በትዝታ መኃል የገባ ቅራቅንቦ? ሁሉንም ላስታውሳቸው እፈልጋለሁ። ሁሉንም ላስታውስ አልችልም።
እንዲህ ብዙ ኖርሁን? ፍቅርና ትዝታ ቤትም ጭምር በልብ እንጂ በምድር አለመሆኑን አውቅ የለምን? ለምን እንደዚህ እፈራለሁ? ሆዴን ለምን ባር ባር ይለዋል?
ግድግዳዎቹን ልሳማቸው? ቁምሳጥኔን ልጠምጠምበት? ደህና ሁን አንጀት የሚያርሰው ምን ሲደረግ ነው?
ድካሜን ሁሉ የጠጣው አልጋዬን ለማን ትቼው ልሂድ?
ስንብት መጭነቁ።
ነሀሴ 8/15
@coffeeandscribblings