Roots, Emotions, Anger
The hard truth is this: Being happy hurts.
Enjoying life’s moments comes with so much pain these days. I’m a privileged immigrant getting to enjoy food, shelter, entertainment, love, and more. And besides being killed, children back home have been robbed the simple act of dreaming. All they are left with is deep deep trauma.
I want my life’s purpose to one day coalesce into keeping these dreams alive. I just want kids in Lebanon and Gaza to play outside, nerd about their little interests, experience AWE, experience a level of passion that makes the heart flutter, and BELIEVE their crazy dreams can be achieved.
I hope it can happen.
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Finding Home
Before 2016, my world was stuck between a Lebanese upbringing, and an American early adulthood. For as long as I can remember, I was lost. At 17, I thought maybe moving to the US will make me happy and allow me to follow my dreams, but then I slipped into a long depression. Next, I wondered if moving to San Francisco will cure my depression and allow me to plant new roots. I did that, and after a little while, I was even more lost. At that point, Europe seemed like the final place where I could find my tribe. I was wrong yet again.
Jun 14, 2022It’s never too late to go back home
Palestine and Lebanon are getting bombed. Tens of thousands are being murdered. Millions of homes are being destroyed. It seems like the place I once called home is on the verge of becoming void of life and civilisation.
Dec 20, 2023
A Stream of Consciousness
Today, I’ve decided to simply write what’s on my mind. It’s inspired a little bit by the morning pages practice you might see in “The Artist’s Way”.
Nov 20, 2025