Almost four years blogging, and I think it’s about time this page had a makeover….
As I navigate through the blogosphere and other social networking sites, I always find my mouse gravitating to this page in hopes of learning more about the person whose page I’m currently trolling. Often, a thoughtful question or a insightful thought has my mouse right clicking “Open in New Tab” on the “About Me” page as my eyes eat up the post’s content. And upon pursing the contents of this page I am, quite frankly, often disappointed by what I see. Instead of the rich glory that permeates the rest of the blog there are meagre scraps here, disjointed words and adjectives meant to encompass an entire thoughtful, breathing being. And I must admit, mine was like that as well. So it may be presumptuous of me to assume you, whom ever you may be, want to know more about me. But here it is, just in case.
This blog is nothing more than insight into my mind. For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt the need to document my thoughts and feelings. My earliest journal dates back to 1996, when my eight year old self documented her forays through public school and the ofttimes cruel teasing of other children. I consumed books with a passion, and my journals reflected the emotions those words evoked in me. As I progress through life, sometimes with strict purpose, other times drifting in the tide, I came to understand that I had the power to do the same to others with my writings. From there, I cam to document my life both as a catharsis and to achieve greater communication with others. This blog quickly became a modern extension of this need. It’s been three and a half years and here is who I am today:
I’m a twenty-three year old, Syrian-Canadian Muslimah. I was born in Damascus, Syria and my family immigrated to Philadelphia, PA, USA when I was all of ten months old (and, as my mother tells it, jabbering blissfully away in Arabic to all and sundry on the flight over). From there we made our way to Calgary, AB, Canada, where I have lived since I was four. So was I born here? No. But Canada is the only home I have ever known.
I’m a dedicated wife, daughter, student and teacher. I love my husband and my family desperately. Everything about politics, religion and philosophy arrests my interest. I am extremely passionate, empathetic and have been called an idealist on more than one occasion. I’m forging my way in this uncertain world, reflecting upon what I see and come to know through my daily experiences. I believe in justice and freedom, and the opposites infuriate me. I’m hoping to make a difference in this world we live in and wake up each day with a promise to change myself for the better. And, just as often, I hit the snooze button for five more minutes of bliss before the world impinges upon my sensory domain.
I am human. I have my strengths, my weaknesses, my likes and my hates. And I love every moment of my existence.