No one has ever harmed me as much as I’ve harmed myself. And I’ve never helped myself as much as others have helped me. I’ve been the recipient of great generosity and kindness, all through my life.
People who have helped me in significant ways include Imad Ajaji, Chris MacKnight, Dr. Sayed Badr, Kathleen Button, an anonymous woman in Texas, Joe Strauss, Laura Hale, Nora Smith, Bill and Adam Brunner, Amy Estrada, Bruce Whitsitt, my parents, Haytham Soliman and Kea Grace. I remember these people with love and gratitude.
So how could I ever be cynical about the human heart? How could I give up on humanity, or on the mercy that God has placed in people’s hearts?
I don’t imagine that I am the only person helped by those people. They have probably helped many others as well, because that’s the kind of people they are. They are oases in the desert. They change the world around them for the better.
I can’t change my past. But I want to be a father that my daughter Salma can admire, and will remember with love and gratitude. I want to leave a legacy that will help other people long after I’m gone.
What about you, how will you be remembered? What is your legacy? Let’s think about it while we still have the strength and will to act.
You have to want it. In fact, you must be obsessed with writing. You must burn with the desire and need to write. Continue reading →
A select group of men and women live hidden among us. They are known as repeaters, and they reincarnate again and again, growing stronger with each cycle. Continue reading →
The Repeaters is only a few weeks from release, InshaAllah (God willing). As you can see the cover design is complete. Continue reading →
Don’t let them tell you who you are.
I see you in a skirt of stars,
hand darting at the canvas,
slinging paint like rain… Continue reading →
I’m following my own inner starlight, staying on course due northeast, and not bothering to hide the lunacy. Continue reading →
A November sunset
in the San Joaquin Valley
is yellow as a fried egg. Continue reading →
You said your greatest fear
is being forgotten –
Then you let me go
like your bicycle that was stolen last May
and you never reported it, because,
you said, “They never find them anyway.” Continue reading →
I’m real as a redwood tree,
powerful and still.
Men orbit and disappear
while I wait, rich with life… Continue reading →
I’ll take your hidden childhood
and the lines around your eyes
like little light rays
and I’ll be the one who stays. Continue reading →