I asked Wafaa and she answered:

A friend asked me the other day if I sometimes wonder about the reason of my living. I have to admit he chose a perfect timing. With everything circulating, I was dreadfully searching the answer to that. Well my friend, every time my circumstances rule, that question troubles my mind. Every time despair imbues my whole being, I think of it. Many times I have slipped down to the fisrt step of the ladder that took me ages to scramble in seconds. I find myself starting from naught again - blowing away my dreams and collecting the wrecks to start building new ones. And then, endless thoughts invade me; I even doubt if it is worth trying at all. If chances have ever failed you repeatedly when you needed them the most, you would know what I mean. I usually believe there must be an ingress behind which hope is waiting, but this belief is shaken on such times. You might judge it a pessimistic attitude, but I can do nothing about it; not as long as the world moves on while I am stuck inside a loop, stupidly moving on a track with no shifts. To say the truth, I am exhausted; I am sick of giving up my dreams and expectations again and again. I wish you have given me the answer instead my friend, because up to this moment, I fall flat finding it.