My New Drawing… 1

Staring for hours in front of the blank paper, I wondered what should I capture? What part of my spirit will leave me to be framed after I swipe my brush on her for the last time. And then I thought… what if she was thinking the same?

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I noticed a shape was forming… a blur that seems to hold a camera… I worked my way to see her more clearly…

 

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After She was doing the same. But I couldn’t know what was she trying to capture?

 

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Focusing her lens on me, was started to know what we were doing, who we were.

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curiosity brought us together… Two souls, two worlds, and a frame between two dimensions.

 


Complete Serenity…

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Have you ever seen something and thought, “There’s no way I can do that.”?… You know.. that one attraction where the standing line is too short? You may know that feeling and you may have experienced it yourself. But have you ever wondered in what universe the other you would say “This is my dream.. I want to conquer my fears… bring it on!”?

Well, until inter-dimensional travel is possible and you actually find another you who is not really you (If that makes any sense); there is no way to know for sure how would it feels like to conquer your fears. What I am trying to say is… you will never know anything until you actually try… not necessarily daredevil your way out of a daily routine, but to actually do what you wish.. what you dream of doing.

Now I got that out of the way, I’ll tell you exactly how the jump happened in three parts today; First the pre jump, Up top, and then Midair.

– Pre-Jump:-

I stood outside the park for a little while, waiting for a friend; a surgeon who was worried about me when he heard about the jump. But I believe if he hadn’t came I would have maybe hesitated and possibly chickened-out. The place was Xi Hai Park, China, Dalian city. The place had the world’s highest Bungee on waters… yes on waters and not the highest Bungee in the world. But it didn’t matter because it happened so fast I couldn’t tell if it was 156 meters or 10 meters. So we went inside the elevator and I watched how really high it was. With each second of ascend, my heart descends. I reached the top feeling light headed at first cause I didn’t breath while I was looking at the view. Then I was guided to where I would Jump.

– Up top:-

There was a young girl ahead of me who, in celebration of her birthday, decided to do the jump. I guess that’s one way to stay young. So she jumped… actually pushed because she was too afraid… then came my turn. They tied my legs and then brought me to the edge. And all it took was three counts… those three counts brought all my fears, all my dreams…  I was doing it to prove something to myself. I am a writer, a painter, an Orthodontist doing his postgraduate studies, I have no country, My future is obscure, and I knew my life was chaos. But it is the most interesting life I am living. No matter how I may one day describe my life, I won’t use the word boring. So I spread my hands and gave myself to fate.

– Midair

The first three seconds were fear. And then… the most beautiful thing I couldn’t have imagined happened. You know when you walk around, read, pray, sit… you are always thinking of other things, your job, your kids, that one girl or guy you have a crush on? We are always thinking of more than one thing at the same time. But… when I was up there… For the first time since I can remember, I couldn’t think of anything. My mind became so clear. To put it simply, I was in complete serenity. When they lowered the line down so I can ride the boat, I felt light, and all my troubles disappeared.

 

So my conclusion is; Life’s decisions are like Bungee jumps. Hesitation, fear, followed by thrill and then serenity after the accomplishment. So in the future if I ever felt despair, I’ll just remind myself of what I did… and if somehow I forgot… well I can always use another jump.

 


“The Last Mile”… Inspired By The Expatriate Life.

In my previous post I have revealed my newest adventure; which was set in China and it will last around three years… Yes, I am now living abroad where I get to struggle with the process of adjustment, learning a new language, and… the very cold weather… seriously; a Russian colleague expressed to me that it’s colder than her hometown, which gets around 20 below zero. But even though my trip has trials and obstacles, it is still not the adventure you would look for on the book shelves.

During my time as an expatriate in Egypt, I had the fortune of meeting one of my best friends, a student with a very interesting story to tell. She is always inspiring, kind, talented… and she runs marathons. But underneath all that was a part that was sad to know. I was inspired by her story and wished I could know more about her, and to be able to experience what she experienced… I sometimes felt jealous of her because I knew she was stronger than me, because I would crack under that pressure.

So when I came to China, I found inspiration was spreading in the air. I wanted to write something inspiring especially since my inspirational novel Kima has reached to a point where I can feel brave enough to let her go. And that’s when I asked for my friend’s permission to allow me to use her as my muse for my next inspirational novel. I have been working on my thrillers for a while and I am planning my next publishing strategy… But the lion’s share from my efforts will always go to my writing.

So I write today to express my gratitude to have known you, Dr. Enas. I wish you all the great fortune that you deserve in your new life, and I hope I will do you just in this story inspired by your adventures. Keep doing what you do and stay, as always, inspiring.

Here’s a draft from the prologue. I hope you will get to know here more in the coming future.

The Last Mile.

Legs stiff, breathing fumes out of her burning lungs, gasping for air, drowning in her own sweat, and her heart is a raging beast, pummeling on her ribcage; furious for what she has put it through. How could a day that started with a cool breeze turn into an afternoon in the Sahara desert? How did it get to this? What brought me here to this final mile? She reproved herself. This morning, they made the mistake in placing a runner named Enas in the ten mile division instead of the thirteen miles marathon. Now that she thought about it; it could be the fates telling her to reconsider, that she does not belong in this marathon… the same way she thought that she didn’t belong anywhere.

The only positive thought Enas could squeeze out of this seemingly final moment of her strange life is that she is going downhill. One mile of rest after nineteen miles of torture. The same statistics life had given me so far – her depressed body calculated for her. She tried to block the fact that the last remaining distance is going to be uphill. Save your energy… save your life, damn it! Her brain fought against her crumbling body.

It  didn’t feel like she was going downhill anymore… It felt like she was falling into a hole, one she have to crawl out off, like the many times she fought her way through her life.

Here I am – she told herself. She is now at the bottom, high on endorphins, ready to ascend up. She turned and looked back, to see what does the last mile look like. But what she saw was more… she saw her life. She looked the past in the eye, and it revealed her story.

enas

 

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Riding The Orient Express… My New Adventure In China…

 

This post is long overdue, but when you have that much fun, you are left with no choice but to live your life until you find time to catch your breath and tell the world about your previous days… right before you dive back into your merry time… So yes.. I hitchhiked a ride to the mysterious orient; not only to uncover it’s mysteries, but also to find something about myself, for the best way to find yourself is to be lost first. And boy did I get lost at the start of my journey.

I am officially an expatriate in China, in Dalian City to be exact. The first thing I noticed when I arrived there is that English is a rare currency here, and I could not use it much. Thank god at least I own a smart phone like most of the modern men and women; with just a rub on the screen, the smart phone genie can teach me or speak on my behalf. Though I really felt embarrassed when I found out that I was saying ‘Nice to meat you’ “Wo hen gaoxing rou ni” instead of ‘Nice to meet you’ “Wo hen gaoxing renshe ni”. I said that to three people on different occasions; they looked at me in surprise and just smiled and nodded… I didn’t know they were confused, I thought they were impressed with my Chinese. But I learned eventually, and gained a funny story to tell.

So why did I went Magellan and decided to go away from home? Well… Initially I planned to continue my education after working for a while. But why China? Because everywhere I got accepted at was expensive; who knew studying in  Manchester, Toronto and Chicago will be too expensive? I mean its 180,000 a year for Orthodontics in Canada.. and that’s just for the tuition. That’s when China came in. They have a very good educational system, and my major is clinical Orthodontics, so it all depends on me. The experience and the inspiration that I’m getting is just a valuable bonus.

My initial thoughts about the people of Dalian is that they are very private and not social; when I lived in Egypt for five and half years, people were staring at me whenever they see me because I’m a foreigner, I expected the same treatment here especially since – profile wise – I look a lot different from them, but they didn’t react much to my abroad countenance. But then I learned that if you just start a conversation, they immediately become very social and very helpful. I would like to share everything about my trip… but I missed blogging a lot, I don’t want to pour it all out in just one setting. So I will give you a preview of what is happening lately through a couple of photos.

Until next time:)

 

My first view of China.

My first view of China.

My first night in China.

My first night in China.

My first morning in China... no photoshop.

My first morning in China… no photoshop.

Mastering the art chopsticks.

Mastering the art of chopsticks.

 

My shame...

My shame…

 

Giving a lecture about Oral manifestation of systemic diseases... something doctory..

Giving a lecture about Oral manifestation of systemic diseases… something doctory..

One of my colleagues was late... had to give him the look...

One of my colleagues was late… had to give him the look…

My first snow experience.

My first snow experience… I’m smiling under the scarf.

My new writing place... an amuse well if you will.

My new writing place… an amuse well if you will.

Captured my ghost.

Captured my ghost.

Watching the sun set.. or should I say; watching the sun rise somewhere else.

Watching the sun set.. or should I say; watching the sun rise somewhere else.


Team Genesis: The Animated Novel (1: Free Fall)

Enjoy the First Chapter…

When a powerful creature appears mysteriously, the world reshapes and alliances become broken and reattached differently. This is the story of how a team; set to find out the origin of that creature; came to exist. Team Genesis is a full one man show animated novel created by A. H. Amin. Author of the Psychs Series.

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How It’s Done…

So with just a day to spare, I decided to post this video to show you how I actually create my animated novel. The 4th of September will mark the beginning of something wonderful.

And yes.. that’s me talking. Weird accent… right??

 

~ A. H. Amin


Why Authors Are Like Serial Killers…

I know; it’s a bit confusing to try and create a mash-up from two seemingly different careers… Did I just say career’s?!! Scratch that your Honor… Back to our point. I’d like to mention the strange traits that both specimens share; where weird theories and thoughts came to me as I torture my characters and sometimes even myself.

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First: They both believe they’re artists.
They want to be recognized, and knowing that there are other writers and serial killers out there, they try to have their own… let’s call it… calling cards. A writer is as unique as his writing style, and it can be influenced through their experiences.. like the saying goes.. If you want to be a great writer, you have to have a bad childhood.
Second: Plotting all the time.
You see us gazing away in the distance, not aware of our surroundings. We sometime act out what we want to do. A rehearsal for every scene you cannot picture with just your imagination. Portraying a man in prison for a year can be done by sitting alone in a room without the usual daily objects to comfort us. A serial killer would, for example, do a test for his calling card poison on… let’s say spiders… I don’t know anyone who would object testing on those… everyone hates spiders.
Third: They usually have seemingly normal jobs.
For example, and in my case, I’m a dentist… The person who is smiling all the time, trying to create a comfortable environment in the clinic, creating the so called Hollywood smile and relieve people from their pain. But… every day… every darn day… teeth… teeth every where… decay… it’s affecting me… Oh no it’s that one patient.. “So why didn’t you come back after I removed your root canal? I told you it is important.” Dentist me said.
“I thought once the pain is gone then that’s it” He says.
“But.. But..”
“So what will you do doctor” He interrupts like he always does.
“… Well… We’re gonna have to pull it out”
“And when will it grow back”
“Grow back??” asked me.
“GROW BACK?!!”
… And that’s when I blacked out your honor.
Fourth: Deep down… we want to be caught.
You put your heart out into planning the perfect plot… and no one will ever know about it… if a tree falls down in the forest and no one was there, will it make a sound?  Subconsciously they want some recognition of their intellect. Imagine you have the perfect idea and no one will ever know about it… you have it right in front of you.. in an A4 printed first manuscript, or in a column in the first page of the news paper… not having credit of your work can be the worst result a serial killer and a writer could have. Which is why they won’t stop until their words reach out to everyone.
Fifth: Upgrading their techniques and methods.
A serial killer will start planning and mapping the place. Little by little he/she will do her/his research, and maybe find an abandoned place for their victims… something to make their Modus Operandi  unique. So is the writer who wants his stories to be told in a different way. Words can be one way to describe your tales, but there are other mediums for storytelling. And come this Friday, you will see my new upgraded method to know what the last point exactly means.
So there you have it. Now the lesson you should learn is; never upset an author… he can always fictionalize you into his victim in his upcoming children’s play:)
Till next time, WordPressers.
~ A. H. Amin

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