“For me, a journey to Damascus is an amazing hunt from beginning to end, a slice through layers of history in search of treasure.” – Tahir Shah
What A Bloody Decade: the War- the Famine – the Pandemic!
The World Has Gone On Fire!
Or Was It The Heart?
The bleeding heart… How could the heart keep its sanity when the stomach of the children of the world squeaks with hunger?
FARES
Not what they had felt when jumping off the cliff, heart in heart, into the sea of LOVE.
The Story of How An Arabian Perfume Turned Into An Interrogation
A Few Petals On Why I Love Writing
To me, writing is the heart expressing itself.
I Miss You, Damascus, I Miss You
I am walking, and walking, and – I miss feeling your Damascene summer breeze fluttering in my hair.
Oh God, I miss you, beautiful, I do.