The Age Of Women

It took me a while to send my greatest wishes for the women of the world because I celebrated women’s day with my world, my mother. Women have come a long way, and they were able to do so through inspiring perseverance which was highly infectious. So much so that eventually men couldn’t be immune to their success and be inspired by them. And that is what I would like to talk about today, about the woman who inspired my new book.

You hear about women from all over the world from different countries who have managed to rise and find their purpose in the world, but My muse was someone who did not belong to any country, a displaced person with no nationality, flavored by the cultures she was exposed to throughout her life. A great recipe for an artist. Except she is much more than that.

Oh how rude of me… Here I am listing characteristics for someone I admire and I haven’t even introduce her to you all. Well allow me to break the ice.

Introducing Enas. We met during my studies in Egypt. The first thing that made me take an interest in her story is when I tried to find out where she was from. It even made me think, “What makes you belong to a place?”. She was born in Iraq to a Palestinian family, and her first childhood memories were in Hungary, but she never had a passport from neither nations, just a travel document, which at the time was more than enough. But life throws curve balls every once in a while. For Enas, that curve ball was the Iraq war. She found herself with no country. So how was she able, in spite of all that, to become a dentist, a triathlete, and an inspiring artist living in the United States? Her story touched me in many ways, and I’m very honored to have her blessing to write her story.

The Last Mile is the title of our next book and I wrote it to celebrate a woman among the blossoming women who managed to lift our spirits and to remind us to never stop thriving for what we believe.

Join me next where I will be asking Dr. Enas some questions. Do you have anything you’d like to ask Enas or me? Please don’t hesitate to ask.

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.

 

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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.

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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”.

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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.

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

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.

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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.

 

“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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The Very Inspiring Award…

This is a very belated post that I have been trying to take a part in, but when you read the post to follow, all will be clear. My very kind and one of my favorite bloggers have graciously nominated me for having a very inspiring blog. To know that what you do and what you are trying to spread within the sea of writers and bloggers are not going by unnoticed, and that they are being appreciated is the greatest gift I can get, and for that, I thank you with the bottom of my heart, Ol’ Big Jim. 🙂

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So Let’s talk rules:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you, and link to their blog.
  2. Display the award logo.
  3. Nominate at least 15 other blogs and provide a link where they may be found. Then go to their blog, leave a comment to let them know they’ve been nominated, and where to find the information they need to accept (rules).
  4. Mention three things that inspired you the most during the past few weeks.

First of all, I have to say, that the third rule is one of the reasons I almost decided not to participate, because I honestly been away from blogging for far too long and I have been reading fewer posts than usual. But even though, giving credit to the few is better than not giving credit at all. I would like to congrats those out there who also have been a big inspiration to me and I would like to nominate them as a way of encouragement, a way to say “Keep up the great work, I love what you are doing.”

1- Kelsey Ketch. She has always supported everyone who are trying to have their voices heard. She kindly provides the chances any author would like to have, she is a true supporter of her fellow writers… and her debated novels are just what I am waiting for after I have read all the reviews of Daughter of Isis, and Son of Seth.

2- Paula Acton. Her blog has brought delight to me on many occasions, but what she does outside her blogging world is in fact inspiring. She had helped in participating in the fund raising for a Hospice so that the building would provide the needs of the patients and also the needs and comfort of the family who can very often be spending hours daily at the hospice. The world needs more kind people, and I would like to give my appreciation today to one at least.

3- Yi-Ching Lin. If inspiration has an eye, it would surely be resting on the hands of one of my favorite photographers. Her images are really inspiring, with each view Yi-Ching witnesses its effect first hand through her beautiful words she associate with each picture.

4- Indira. A poetic blog, inspiring to all senses, and to the soul. She shares her poems and her own vision of India, and it is really heart warming. She a keen reader and I love how much she encourages posts that inspires her.

5- Jordan. A single mother with two beautiful daughters and a good writer. What she is doing a truly inspiring to women out there.

 

Now here are the three things that have gave me hope, made me smile, and thank god I am alive now.

1- My nephew, the one I love the most, was diagnosed with a case of mild autism. My brother, his dad, and my nephew’s mother were sad, and they lost hope. They did not know how to deal with him and how to control him. I had to be there for the little kid, me and his grandmother have done our best for him… and now… he had recovered. Three tests and they all say that he had recovered. He is talking more, looking at our eyes and understands what we want from him. He is now three years old. His recovery that followed our very excruciating work inspired me to say that everything is possible.

2- I have been planning to create a new comic book, something that is different than my usual medium in story telling, since I have only published books. I have been searching for an artist to help me but I couldn’t find one. Eventually, it was that setback that helped me see it through. I started to teach myself how to draw, and eventually. Here I am… with a new comic book about to be published, along with a new book.

3- Last week I got interviewed. The reason why I mention that is because the questions I had to answer had really reminded me why I started writing. I sometimes forget how it felt like, but when I had that interview, it really opened my eyes, and encouraged me to keep going forward.