Living with the Southern vernacular has been hilarious to say the least. Language down here is definitely unique, and being a writer from somewhere’s else, well, you’ll have to read on. Or should I say: Sat down-yonder in that rockin’ chair for a spell. The following … [Read more...]

I usually like to look forward when we near the end of one year and the beginning of another. But this year will go down in history for the reasons listed below. One thing before we begin the list: As horrible as this year was to some, mainly for one reason and one reason only, I … [Read more...]

A sophomore in high school, I discovered my sister, Rowaida fell in love with her tutor, Imad. Her, a freshman in the college of Architecture at Damascus University. Him, a senior at the same college. On that night, and late to my Boy Scout meeting, I realized I left the house … [Read more...]

I grew up saying “Allahu Akbar” numerous times every day. And no, I wasn’t a terrorist. I wasn’t someone who blew buildings up, killed people, or shot a missile from my rocket launcher. Those are the events associated with the saying, when something bad is about to happen. … [Read more...]

Religion has been a big part of my life until lately, when I found the true meaning of faith is something more powerful than we could even imagine. Islam I grew up in the midst of Islam in Damascus-Syria in the seventies and early eighties. It was a faith free from the … [Read more...]