777 Games… Sounds like an urban legend

My thanks to Margaret E. Alexander, the author and the story addict, for tagging me along in this game, it sounds fun. You can have a look inside her book by reading her bit here.

The rules are:
Go to either page 7 or 77 of your manuscript. Count down seven lines and paste the next seven lines in a post. After that, name seven more authors to come out and play.

I wanted to share The Remnant in this game but I am on vacation and the only book available is Psychs, so here’s my contribution to the urban legend…

I started to walk faster until I was ten meters away from a fast food court that I always went to.
And suddenly, for the first time, the feeling was gone. I stood still, looked around and found no one as usual. But this time I was sure there’s no one. Then I saw her, a woman behind a glass window.
She was terrified. I was confused; she looked and dressed strangely, I didn’t notice it at the time, not at the first glimpse anyway.

I’ll be tagging these interesting guild of authors (no preference in my choice, and no obligation necessary, unless you want to see what the urban legend is all about):

Stephanie SayeCytreKelsey KetchShannona ThompsonLauralee AndersonWin CharlesJeannine Vegh

I know it should be seven authors but there’s one author I’d like to mention. Gina Lawless.
She would have been in the list but I haven’t heard from her since 3 months. Wherever you are, I hope you are in good health.

I added this picture as a bonus from my visit to Ur’s ruins and Abraham’s house, I hope this ancient marvel with buried stories inspires you to create more magic.


So many things to say and show about my visit over there, the last expedition was in 1963. All I can say is that I felt the magic, I felt like I have traveled in time and I can honestly say that it’s a must…


I visited my grave today

One of my strangest posts so far, but it’s true. I tagged along with my older brother who’s here on business. We went to another city where it happens to host the final resting place of our beloved family. As we drove inside the graveyard, my eyes caught the names and dates of so many souls, dates that goes back to the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s and to recent dates… One had 2013 on it, and I was curious about each man, woman and child’s stories. They were like locked books and the names and dates of births and deaths were the only synopsis available that made me want to know more.


One grave stone haunted me… This young kid…


I asked about his story, they told me he was on the way to a football match in the bus, he died in an accident in 2006. May he find the joys he so seeked for in life wherever he is right now.

We reached to where our lost beloved are found, in a place where they all lay close together… A place I know for sure I will sleep in one day. There was a strange mix of feelings, visiting your own grave that is. My mind played my funeral and I felt sad from the inevitable. I looked around and listened very well… There was nothing. It was very peaceful, just the way I like it. It made me feel better. Me and my beloved brother said our goodbyes to our grandfather, grandmother and the rest of the family who we were blessed with the brief times that god had provided us with them, and then we went back.


The future is ahead, and I’m still waiting for my permit to visit Ur, I hope you will enjoy it as I will when I post about it.

Still no permit, so…

So here I am, in a hotel in Iraq and still waiting for the permit to visit Ur’s ruins. I was the first one to greet the morning after an interrupting sleep; for me, new bed requires new habits of sleeping, which is hard to break. My schedule is not clear yet, our visit came suddenly, so we have no sure plans to go with. Me and my brother decided to go to my aunt’s house for lunch and that’s where I saw a couple of things to share. We took a taxi cab which was really fancy… Too fancy for the bad roads they have over here.


My brother is here on business, so he left me with mom for a while. I decided to check out my aunt’s library and suddenly I found this book.


It is a novel written by my father. So now you know where my writing genes come from, even though I published in English and he did so in our native tongue. The book is named (a bird in narrow sky). It is a collection of true stories about how the new and revolutionary political parties had affected so many lives of those who stand in between each fired up groups. The first story for example… It talks about a coffee place where all writers and poets gather to talk about art. The place was very important because it was a place that united all the parties and they all became friends who just talk about what they love. The only argument allowed was about art and artists. Other than that the owner will simply raise the sound of the radio which played the songs of Zohoor (which means Roses). Everyone falls silent for her sad voice, but not always, sometimes arguments lead to disturbance. That coffee place was a symbol of unity non the less… Which was a reason why the old corrupt government tore it down, I think in the 90’s. It was replaced by shopping stores now.

I found this painting later that day.


This painting was drawn by my late grandfather, it is at least older than 50 years. I never saw him before, he died before I was born. So this piece of him haunted me. I really wish I could tell him how brilliant he was. All his works are somewhere else.
Today I tag along with my old brother, he has more business in another city. But that’s not all.
Until then, enjoy these views.





The beginning of a two weeks stay in Iraq

Yesterday I packed my bags to be my mother’s companion for two weeks. Our destination is another twighlight zone, so different from where I live right now and only known from what you see on the news. We started our journey to Iraq where we will be staying for two weeks.

Fate provided us with the same border, making it easier for Cupid to aim his bow, thus we share our families. We will be staying each day in a different place. Right now I am writing this post in bed with my i-phone.
There was some strange aura that I felt the moment I entered the country, everything became strange and unfamiliar. Whenever I find myself in a traffic I feel tense. Then I remembered that media is a business, they show what attracts reviewers, an explosion is a sure hit. I relaxed a bit, but the road seemed endless, it took us 2 and a half hour to reach to the city of my origin, where my father started as a farmer, who’s now one of Kuwait’s top engineers.
At the borders of the province I read two lines. The first was roughly translated (respect and you will be respected). The second meant (abandon your hatred before you enter). I felt at peace.
It was filled with people who only offer the little they have, with hearts as big as a recently born baby. A taxi driver refused to take money when he found out that I was a guest in their province.
The place was at a cliff hang from civilization, electricity was a major problem, they come and go. They stay longer in winters because they do not use air conditioning during that season, thus less load. Our family have backup generators just in case.
In my first day I went to a funeral of a friend of the family members, at night we visited a woman who gave birth to a beautiful girl. Everyone here shares almost every event, they come together in sadness to support the sad, and they celebrate when life arrives, it was a beautiful community, one I’m proud to belong to.
They know who I am and they call me mawlaye, which means my lord. It makes me uncomfortable, but they insist on doing so, not because I’m a guest, but because of my bloodline.
Yesterday I spent my night at my aunt’s house, today I’m in a hotel with my brother who just joined me from Qatar. He snores… 🙂
I will be sharing more soon. I’m waiting for my permit from the governor so I can go visit Ur’s ruin… I heard it’s epic, it is older than 7000 years. Abraham was there. I think the pope will be visiting but they haven’t set a date yet.

Goodnight everyone and I hope to see you tomorrow.

~ A. H. Amin


That’s me next to the Euphrates River

Why Valentine?

We celebrate it every year, I celebrate it twice since it’s also my mother’s birthday. But why what should be everyday is marked on a day and named Valentine? Curious me went out to seek the answer then came back home after he realized that it’s the 21st century. I went to use Google and I found out that Valentine’s day has actually a very moving and beautiful origin.

Saint Valentine’s Day, commonly known as Valentine’s Day, began as a liturgical celebration of one or more early Christian saints named Valentinus. The most popular martyrology associated with Saint Valentine was that he was imprisoned for performing weddings for soldiers who were forbidden to marry and for ministering to Christians, who were persecuted under the Roman Empire; during his imprisonment, he is said to have healed the daughter of his jailer Asterius and Legend states that before his execution he wrote “from your Valentine” as a farewell to her.

Saint Valentine receives a rosary from the Virgin, by David Teniers III (Wikipedia)

Saint Valentine receives a rosary from the Virgin, by David Teniers III (Wikipedia)

Quite moving. I wanted to share this not just because it’s Valentine’s day, but to remind everyone to never lose hope in finding that special someone, it doesn’t have to be a partner, it’s a day of love, so share it with everyone around you. Valentinus did to the very last moment of his life. My valentine’s morning was spent by taking my little 1 year and 8 months old nephew to the barber shop, and as you can see, we look happy…


See… happy!!


Happy valentines day, may this day stretch its limits and shelters you for eternity

~ A. H. Amin

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My mind is finally at rest…

Art by Joanna Huffaker

Art by Joanna Huffaker

Yes, that’s my brain finally having a vacation after 4 and a half years of hard work. I have created my blog a year ago as a writer, but today I post for the first time as an official dentist.
I want to share my great news. I received my results and I have graduated with a 3.61 AGPA. I worked really hard to balance my academic life and my writing life and I have finally succeeded with my first goal.It was tough because I took an extra weight of work and courses so I can finish one semester earlier than my class.

Will and motivation have always been hard to obtain but they were simple concepts, and time was complicated and hard to endure. Eventually, it came down to having one simple thing to make things easy… passion. My passion made me a published author and now a dentist, and it did not happen overnight. I endured patiently because I love what I do. It started with a portrait of myself from my imagination that I loved and tried my best with what I got to make it real, but the image is not complete yet and I have still more work to do. But until then, I deserve my real break.

I hope you all work to your goals and let nothing dampen you or contain your dreams.

Glad I shared my happy news with my dear readers, enjoy your day everyone.

~ A. H. Amin

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A little bird just told me this…


I saw this tweet from my fellow blogger and one of my favorite readers, Kelsey. She is an author and a passionate reader. She has no idea how great she made my day today. Thanks Kelsey!

My thriller is available in Paperback and E-book formats in more than 30 stores, obtainable worldwide. They can be found in anyone of the following links:-

Amazon.com & Amazon.co.uk

Barnes & Noble

Powell’s Books

Books A Million


Abebooks.com , Abebooks.co.uk & Abebooks.com.au.





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A new fan page from my publisher…

A new facebook page was created by the amazing production team from AuthorHouse dedicated to the Psychs series. It looks really good.

New Picture (13)

Blogging is about many things, one of them is having more than one opinion about somethings. So, does it look likable? If so, you can visit and like my publisher’s new page on facebook and you can have a look at what they have posted so far about my thriller.


Felix Vs. Jeepers Creepers

Have you ever had that conversation once like a very long time ago and years later you continued that conversation? Well… that is what had happened today. A conversation started ten years ago in 2003 inside a cinema theater in Emirates, and the conversation was put to an end a couple of hours ago while I was in my car waiting for the traffic light to show my favorite color in the streets.

In 2003, me and my friend went to watch a movie called Jeepers Creepers 2, and for those who don’t know that movie (spoilers alert) it’s about a creature that wakes up every 23 years for 23 days to feed on people, who can also fly and has supernatural powers that will dampen the chances of survival to zero.It was alright for a horror survival movie.

The thing that started the conversation was a scene in the movie, where everything happened so quickly my friend thought that the creature flew so fast he broke the sound barrier which caused the window of the bus to shatter (Which was not the case).

And that’s when the conversation suddenly started:-

‘That’s impossible’ My friend said.


‘What just happened was impossible’ He complained again.

‘What are you talking about?’ I gave the movie a timeout to see what was bothering him.

‘He just broke the sound barrier’


‘No living thing can survive that? It is impossible’ He said while he was still looking at the screen, he of course turned to face me when he sensed my look.

‘Are you serious??’ I simply said ‘A creature that wakes up every 23 years to eat people who flies and that’s what you decided is not real?’

He laughed out loud.

‘I know it is a fantasy but if they want to insert something in our world they should at least keep what’s real’

‘The conversation didn’t continue because the creature didn’t break anything except the roof of the bus, which was the reason why the window shattered.

10 years later, at a traffic light. Yours truly was waiting, my car was the first car in the traffic light. I always get some sense of responsibility when my car is the first car in the traffic light. Anyhow, I was looking at a poster of a Watch commercial. I worked for a while as a watches salesman, so I can recognize a Zenith watch when I see one. And the commercial had a famous icon wearing that timepiece, a man who recently fell from heaven into the earth. The one and only, Felix Baumgartner. I picked my phone and prayed for the traffic light to stay red as long as possible.

My friend answered by saying hello. I didn’t say hi back, I immediately continued what we started ten years ago.

‘Remember the movie Jeepers Creepers 2?’


‘Remember that time when you got upset because he broke the sound barrier?’


‘Remember Felix?’

There was a momentary silence.

‘The man who broke the sound barrier when he jumped… Why?’

‘Well he’s fine and you were wrong’ He laughed and the traffic light turned green.

The moral of the story is… Enjoy the movie and let the scientists worry about Hollywood’s mistakes.

Before I take a break from blogging I want to leave you with a video I’d like to share. It’s called (People are awesome). It is inspiring and provokes the awe in us. It shows people who are trying to be more than just people. The music is good too… Oh Hey! Felix is in there too!

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And I thought I’ll have more time for myself when the vacation comes…

Hello everyone,

I have been away from blogging and it has been fun… well, most of the time.

I’ve been pulled away from every inch of my body every time a family member notices me. I am on vacation right now and I am surrounded with so much sweet love I could get diabetes, and since I missed blogging and my readers, I thought it’s important to have me an insulin post.


I always like to have a little swim in the thinking tank we call blogs, I love learning about people from all over the world. You can meet anyone from everywhere these days through a little stroll inside a mall (At least, that’s how thing are where I am), but to truly get to know a person’s days, their jobs and most importantly, their souls is something that can be achieved through reading their piece of mind on the screens.

Every time after I press the publish button when I write a post, I often wonder what kind of a person people are seeing through my words? How do they imagine I talk? How I look? (… Right… My picture is already there… But I’m talking about the world of WHAT IFs…).

Another thing I like about blogging is when I go fishing for a nice post. This thinking tank is filled with great fishes.

Today was a great day for me, I started jogging in the morning, I received a package I have been waiting for for a long time (will share later), I got to laugh so hard my jaw hurts, I got to spend time with my brothers, they keep beating me in every videogame they have, and soon I’ll meet up with someone I started seeing recently.

Re-reading my previous paragraph, I saw that each sentence will provoke a sense of curiosity. If I read that paragraph on one of the people I follow page’s, I would want to know more about that, a simple comment will be a good way for me to introduce myself.

Bottom line is, I missed you all and I will see you more often now.

Enjoy your days.

~ A. H. Amin