Kima by A. H. Amin

“An unforgettable story” Check out the new review of my novella Kima; a light read with a heavy message

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The author sent me an ARC of this book (pdf format) in exchange for an honest review.

My rating:  ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

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Christmas Eve 1928 gave birth to a yearly phenomenon in South Africa. A herd of false killer whales were found beached upon the shore. It has also given birth to the story of two young children who meet an old woman named Kima. Kima somehow knows why this has happened, but that’s not all she knows. The children, Alex and Alice, realize that there is more to this woman than what meets the eye, and ear. She will reveal to them a tale, a mysterious story she claims was passed on to her by a mythical Black Seagull.

Derived from both historic tales and figures, Kima is a fictional character portrayed in a way that makes her become real.

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2017… Here We Go!

2016 is about to shut its doors behind me as I tiptoe blindly through our last night and try to ease my way into 2017. As I enter the dark corridor, my path is illuminated by the flashes of memories of 2016, and I can say with confidence that it was my most interesting year. Today I want to say my goodbyes to this wonderful year, though it was bitter on some days, it did prove to be kind at the end.

Here are my top 11 moments for this year:-

1- Moved to a new apartment in China.

2- Found an intern position in a hospital near to My new apartment.

3- Discovered Taobao (Google it)

4- Got to see the forbidden city.

5- Visited the Terra-Cota warriors.

6- Learned Chinese Mandarin.

7- Wrote and composed a new song (you’ll get to hear that in 2017 hopefully)

8- Drew water colored paintings for the first time. (which turned out great)

9- Gathered with all of my brothers and sister at the same time for a while since years (One or more is always missing because we live in different countries).

10- Posted my first scary story on Halloween. (2 minutes read).

11- Published my new inspirational book, Kima.
And that is just from the tip of my head. I do have a big moment that me and others are working on right now, but I plan to announce about that next year… but you know what? Here’s a hint.

Happy new year everyone, and I hope for all the best wishes for the coming year.

~ A. H. Amin

A New Christmas Read… Kima


Christmas Eve 1928 gave birth to a yearly phenomenon in South Africa. A herd of false killer whales were found beached upon the shore. It has also given birth to the story of two young children who meet an old woman named Kima. Kima somehow knows why this has happened, but that’s not all she knows. The children, Alex and Alice, realize that there is more to this woman that what meets the eye, and ear. She will reveal to them a tale, a mysterious story she claims was passed on to her by a mythical Black Seagull.
Derived from both historic tales and figures, Kima is a fictional character portrayed in a way that makes her become real.


Kima is a 126 pages of inspirational fantasy, and now it is only a click away. Here are some of the pre-release reviews to let you know more and pave the way towards the book.

Strive to engage

Amazon Review

Goodreads review

So if you happen to have read the reviews and found out that the novella is your cup of tea, then here is where you can have your fill of inspiration for you or that special book worm who is looking forward for a light read around the holidays.

Barnes and Noble (25%discount)



“Across”… A Halloween Story

There was once a young man, a desperate romantic. Whose favorite part of the day was a look and a smile from his new neighbor across the window, opposite to his building. This became the only thing he looks forward to; the daily moments of glances that gave promises of some possible chances. He comes from work, looks at the window until she appears. They interlock with an eye contact, and then she immediately breaks the charm with a shy smile and draw in the curtains. He tried more than once to meet her at her building’s entrance, but he was never such fortunate. He once decided to climb the stairs and knock on her door, but he couldn’t summon the courage to stand at her home and knock the same way his heart pummels on his chest, pushing on his lungs and knocking him out of his breath.

The man couldn’t take it, he felt possessed. He wants to be with her in any way possible. She would be hunting his dreams, if only he can sleep straight through the night like he used to. His feelings only kept building up everyday. This night, he realized he now knows exactly what color her eyes were; they were grey, resting warmly within her seductive sleepy eyelids. Suddenly, this image was interrupted by a sharp knock on his window.

The man didn’t know what it was. He heard it again. It sounded like a small rock thrown at his window. The man, upset, looked down and tried to spot a child or any other logical cause for those rocks to interrupted him from his sleepless dream. But there was no one, it was three after midnight, and the streets were empty. He slowly started to close his window, until suddenly, he noticed something. A figure his subconscious recognized. Across his window, the woman he only sees in the day was also looking through her window. It was dark, but he could see her sleepy seductive eyes reflected through the streets lights. He also saw her smile… that smile, it wasn’t the same shy smile he was used to, it was more… welcoming. And then… he noticed something. He could only see some of her face, but he could tell from the shadows of her figure, that she was not wearing anything.

The man ran across the street, and within minutes, he was in front of her door. He felt he was standing at the thresholds to heaven. He knocked once, and so did his heart, only more rapidly, almost ripping through his rib cage. He knocked once more, but there was no reply. The man was puzzled, he started to think that maybe he imagined it, that maybe the lack of sleep created this mirage of lust that could cure his thirst.He reached for the door knob and hoped for the best.

He had a great view of the inside of the woman’s apartment. He was feeling like a teenager, not knowing what he should do.

“Hello?” The man called. He was still afraid to find himself not welcomed, and worried he would end up in a scandalous scene. But… but he wanted her more than anything.

“Hello?! Your.. eh… door is open… is anyone in there?”

The man peeked inside. He looked left and saw where the kitchen was, with a knife on a wooden cutting trey. He looked right, and saw two doors, and one of them read.

“I have been waiting for you for a long time… it is our destiny”

Like moth to the fire, the man was drawn to the door that he felt welcoming him into his greatest wish. He was so hypnotized, he forgot to close the door of the apartment behind him. His hands were shaking with excitement as he reached for the door knob. He opened the door, a breeze of wind from the open window floated in.

The man looked at the women as she was turning away from the window. The man’s heart started to bound harder at the sight of her naked body… then it knocked harder, and harder…. and harder in terror. The woman was hanged from the ceiling, and the wind coming through the window made her turn around. Her face… she was… so happy.. that smile, that welcoming smile she gave to her death made no sense to the man. She killed herself.

“But why?”

The man didn’t understand, he couldn’t.

“Why this is happening… why is she so happy? Why she was always smiling at me?? What is happening”.

The man couldn’t understand.

“Why…….” and then the man noticed something… something was written on the woman’s stomach. A message for whoever sees her… a welcoming message.

“I give myself to you; my lord of darkness, Satan”

The man turned towards the door to run away from what is now a nightmare. Suddenly, the wind made the apartment’s door close shut. The man froze, because… because he couldn’t believe what was in front of him. On the door, something else was written, in blood.

“Accept my sacrifice, my gift to you, a sinner, a soul of a lustful man.”

The man couldn’t move, he was too frightened. The lights behind him turned on, and he looked at his shadow in front of him.. and right next to his shadow, was another one, a woman’s shadow, a figure he recognized and now wants to survive… and just between those two shadows, an empty place where a kitchen knife was. He couldn’t see that knife, but he saw the knife’s shadow, and it didn’t rest on his hand.


The End

My Trip To Beijing…

Part 2: The Forbidden City…Permitted to all…

Part 1


The Chinese people have a phrase for unusual amount of crowded people; “人生人海 , ren sheng ren hai” Mountain made of people and sea made of people. That phrase applies that day because it is China’s national day. This is why during my vacation I couldn’t go to the Great Wall, as you can see why from the picture below.


This was taken the day I went to the Forbidden City by another Tourist.


I however managed to squeeze myself through and entered the much much less crowded, most iconic, and magical location in Beijing… The Forbidden City.

This device below is amazing. It contain every language in the world, and whenever you are at a specific location, it will automatically explain to you about the history, gives you fun facts, and other key knowledges related to the location you stand on.

I loved the fact that I was allowed to take as much pictures as I wanted. Normally, and in other locations that I have visited around the world, it is forbidden to take pictures of artifacts. I guess what’s forbidden is not forbidden in the Forbidden city… try saying that five time in a row.

There are tons of other attractions in the Forbidden City, and the pictures honestly doesn’t do just to the place. I am looking at them as I write; it is not the same when I actually stood in the middle of the historical wonder; they don’t reflect what I have experienced there. Or maybe I am not a good photographer as I thought I was. But if you ever get the chance to visit Beijing, then I suggest you spare four hours to explore the wonder that is the Forbidden City.

Until my next post… have a nice day.


~ A. H. Amin

My Trip To Beijing…



Part 1: The train to the past and present.


I knew I would find Adventure in China, but I never thought it would be that epic… it went to the point where I slayed a dragon; It will make sense in my upcoming posts, but today I will write about the beginning of my trip to Beijing and what I have done on my first day.


It has been a very long time since I have traveled by train. The sense of serenity as we moved toward our destination gave way to my thoughts to speak to me. I was glad I had my notebook with me to fill its half blanked pages.

When I arrived, I was still full of energy and ready to explore. So my first walk in Beijing was through the streets of Qian men (Front Gate). The streets were a trip to the past, a gate from the ancient ways to the new ones. As a stranger to the new land, I walked, I could do nothing but walk. As I stride through the paradox, I was reminded by William Blake’s Poem; Auguries of innocence “To see a World in a grain of sand, And Heaven in a wild flower…. Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour.”


The architectures of the buildings housed the spirits of the past while the living dwell in the modern shops below them. I was guided to this location; China’s oldest cinema, the birth place of the now ever-growing Chinese movie industry.

I have then moved on to Shi Cha hai streets. The night life over there is magical. I loved every minute of it. The street was filled with cafes and bars with artists performing at every corner, and restaurants and attraction at every location, serving Islamic food, Western food and traditional food too. I walked around until my legs couldn’t paddle on the ground anymore. So I decided to fuel my body with a mix of traditional and Islamic food; the famous Chinese hot-pot… absolutely delicious.

As I left the place, I came to an epiphany, a sudden thought emerged through the sea of diverse people.

“It is not about eliminating others’ ideologies… it is not about who gets to survive at the end… life is about coexisting together… there will always be good and bad, but their shouldn’t be wars… I believe we one day won’t fight against each other… but instead fight within ourselves to accept one another.”

Have a blessed day my readers.. I will post to you more about my magical trip very soon.

When Two Artists Collide…

So, as many knows by now, I am staying in China for a while with dozens of project like the one I already announced, and some that I am keeping under wraps until the right moment comes to reveal them. Today however… I decided to unveil one artistic project that I have been working on in collaboration with my musician friend, Shimond.



Just a couple of artists being artsy….

I’m good with words, but I don’t have the talent to sing, my fellow artist however happens to have an angelic voice, and we both happen to be musicians. So we combined our jigsaw pieces, he worked on his guitar, me on my keyboard, to write down the music for our piece.


I’m a dentist… hens the bad handwriting…

I was so inspired by the idea that it only took me a couple of hours to write our new song, “I’ll Only Dream Of You”.


Our recording sessions…

The music is a part from a bigger project that I will keep un-known until further notice.

We are already done with the music and all that remains is the voice over. All I can say is, watch out for this guy, he is a cool musician and a very cool guy.


Editing the music the same way I did with my motion comic