Book Review: Psychs (Psychs #1)

I loved what she said about my book, and the things she did not like wasn’t plot related. I’m glad to know my novel glued her to her seat.

Kelsey Ketch

Author: A.H. Amin

Genre: Adult paranormal thriller
Published: September 26th 2012
Publisher: Author House
Pages: 211
Source: Ebook from Author

Barnes and Noble Summary:

It started with a feeling, followed by a realization, then ended up into a future. All that started by the tragic event of his (Hassan’s) birth and revealed by a near death, and ever since, he had never been alone.

Sequential events started to occur in two cities, Dubai and Abu Dhabi, escalating into chaos. At that point, he finds himself in an enigma he’s not aware of its cause. Using his miraculous gift, which gave him knowledge and guarded him, he will be placed in that chaos to try and figure out the truth, and for that, he is being marked.

In these perilous times, he can only hope for a miracle, other than the one he has.

My Rating of this Book – 4 out…

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How do I live…

 

 

Oh yes, that’s how I lived my entire life ever since my memory recalls. I remember when my vessel was a kid’s size, walking in my neighborhood and answering to my neighbors and friends not by my name, I only answer when they call me Duke Fleed, a character from an old Japanese cartoon I love called Grendizer. Ninja Turtles became the next big thing so I became Leonardo afterward. I had more Aliases as a child than a senior government spy agent.

When I became older, much older I contained my world and characters inside my head, so much that eventually I stray away with my thoughts, sometimes gestures come out from me. Only my younger brother noticed them, and he knew why. My first time to ever share what’s inside my head was when I met a group of students who were discussing the making of a movie, it was about paranormal events that occur inside the students dorm. All I did was gave what I had imagined ever since I’ve been there, every time I looked at the escape ladder, the back alley or even the very unusual set of keys the doorman held… I realized how blessed I was for having a retained imaginative mind.

I believe it is important for a writer to never grow up, or should I say, never forget how it feels to be amazed, and through that, writers will know how to make readers retain or regain their child-like passion to indulge into new imaginations and new experiences.

Happy writing and reading everyone.

Remember Remember the 10th of November… A Q & A session to come

Hello everyone. I have just marked my calender on the 10th of November, it will be a date to look forward to and I hope it would be the same to you all.

I will be hosting a Q & A session on my blog, where I will first write in the post about the novel, then about me and finally about my journey to writing and publishing to give you a chance to warm up before you fire your questions in the comment section.

The post will take place on the date at 6:00 PM GMT. So please synchronize your watches and I hope to see you there.

Best wishes for you and all your beloved ones,

A. H. Amin

My first reader of ‘Kima’, A spiritual and ispirational novel aimed toward a younger audience

 


This is a picture of the first person to ever read my recently abandoned novel ‘Kima’. I used the word abandoned because of a quote I learned from Leonardo Da Vinci, he said ‘Art is never finished, merely abandoned’ Meaning there will always be a chance to add to what we create.

Kima is a fictional story set in the year 1928, it was inspired by a single event which occurred in South Africa, and ever since it happens every year. The story evolves around two young kids who get to hear an amazing story from an old woman named Kima. Will they learn from that unbelievable story why what happened had happened? And will an unconvincing story of the land, sea and the skies really change their lives? I hope the person in the picture will find out.

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Art… the beast within

We share so much of our feelings and experiences no matter how different we are and where we come from, the one I’m sure we all shared was the need to be doing something, to pursue the sense of fulfillment. If we needed to express that feeling we experience we may all say the same thing… ‘There’s something inside me that needs to get out.’

Here’s where we start the same and then we differ afterwards. Art wants to come out, I would go further to describe it as an entity living within us, a vicious beast in a cage, waiting to be tamed before it exits. Some let it flow from the route it meant to travel through, and by doing so, it manifest it self on paper, in sound waves, on canvas or on the screens… and then there’s the others, the ones who ignore her roars, what we don’t know is that if we don’t let her out it will eat us from within.

It is a known fact that people with hobbies and outlets are happier and more productive, they are more fulfilled and less distracted, maybe guilt free too, why else we feel sad when nothing goes around us?

Tame her and then let her emerge, be patient as you design… Be creative, be happy… be with purpose.

 

I believe art is a single soul divided to all, but the manifestation depends on the catalyst. The catalyst is the person who holds that fragment of the art’s soul within.

I wonder… where he is? What did he do so far? Does he remember?

 I was looking at some old pictures of my and my family’s childhood, old events and celebrations. I found my self staring at one image, an old image, searching my memories, not of the person in that image, for it was for someone I would never forget, I was searching for his name only.

Ryo, a kid who we shared a wall with his family a very long time ago… he was from Korea, and he was my first friend ever. He used to visit me everyday, he brings his toy cars to share them with me. The one I chose was white, his car was dark, one thing we did was driving them toward each other and just before they collide we swirl and make some car noises.

I remember the last day I saw him, it was just before the first gulf war, he was going back to where he came from. I was standing with my parents, I was crying, he was smiling and waving to me from the back window of the car as he was going away.

I’ll always wonder where he is now, and what are his accomplishments so far. Who knows, maybe its possible he’ll see my post and drop by. If not, well… I can only wish him well in his life.