Enlightenment…

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I found myself recently in the city of Guangzhou where I decided to be spontaneous. I had a one day free of any entanglements, so I decided to pick a bus and get off when I spot anything interesting. But almost forty minutes later, nothing caught my eyes. That’s when I thought my plan wasn’t going to work so well. So I got off when I felt like I should. I walked around to find any restaurant or a place to sit in. Unable to cross the street from all the fast going bike, I turned and walked along a wall to get to the other side and cross safely. And that’s when I saw it.

 

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This is a Taoist temple that I’ve stumbled upon by Chance. And in that place I learned one of my most valuable lessons in life. We all try to achieve enlightenment differently, but it should come from a common place.

I came across of two people, one who was responsible of taking care of the place, and the other was a Taichi master from the pictures above. He explained to me what that place was for. I speak Chinese Mandarin but there was one word I didn’t understand; “Qifa: 启发”. He was explaining that this is a place where he comes to to find “Qifa”. The lady with him took her time to find the right English word and then said “Enlightenment”. It made sense to me, one would seek a temple to meditate and eventually get out with something inspiring afterward.

So I turned toward the Taichi master. I understood what he meant by Qifa and I wanted him to know that I understood. I said Qifu and pointed to my mind, made some sort of a gesture that can only be described as a universal explosion of my mind. That’s when I realized that I didn’t really understand the right meaning of that word. The master shook his head negatively, and pointed not to his head, but to his heart, and copied the same cosmic explosive gesture that I made. saying “Zhen de Qifa” Which meant “True enlightenment”.

I was enlightened that day. Soul searching is something for the spirit, your heart. It is not just something for the brain to process, but for your spirit to sync with. I’m glad I got lost there, cause that’s how I was able to find myself again.


My New Drawing…2

 

From nothing came love. The universe existed for the sake of love. When you don’t have it, you want it. And that’s how the world came to existence; it created what it missed.

 

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First… Love became a thought…

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Then…. the universe conspired in its favor…

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And then they watched from the skies how they two sparkled on earth.


Our Light Will Shine By The Grace Of God…

 

125 dead, 147 injured, on Ramadan; a month where it is forbidden to fight. Victims from different class, and age; children, young and parents. United by a nation they try to desperately tear apart. There is nothing Muslim about killing Muslim children, our unity and love will prevail; the first civilization sprang from Tigris and Euphrates rivers more than 11000 years before the time of our father Abraham, it won’t be extinguished by the fires of petty terrorists, if anything our spirits will shine more fierce by the grace of God. Those who believe ISIS are Islam, they should see who they are killing before they say anything. My heart goes to the families, WE all lost our brothers and sisters.
Pray for Iraq.

~ Ahmed H. Amin


Celebrating a new year of bliss…

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I don’t have birthdays, I level up.

 

Today is a new blessed day in my seemingly fast going life. So much happens that you forget where you are right now; life’s way of telling you to move on.

In this year I lost and gained, I won and learned, I saw great icons pass away and new ones appearing. Quoting one of my icons, my father, life is a floating river, going against it will break you. So today I would like to pat myself on the shoulder, and be grateful for what I have today; an extra year of wisdom.

 

~ A. H. Amin

 

 


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.

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