I don’t like looking at magazines when I go to Barnes & Noble. I used to and still do. But now it makes me sick. I’m sick of looking at the private life of so and so, their break ups, their pregnancies, their marriage, and so forth. I mean, who cares? Why is image so important these days? Why is a certain haircut not right for your face? Who says it’s not right? What’s worse is that people actually waste hours at the bookstore looking at Jennifer Lopez and her wedding pictures or Britney’s secret marriage. I admit I do it too sometimes. However, now days I just read a book, drink hot chocolate, and quickly glance at the magazine covers.
The first thing I think about when I wake up is coffee. I love the smell, but I mostly love the comfort it provides. It makes me forget what is happening in the outside world. It makes me feel okay. It reminds me that I am alive and that I have a lot to be thankful for. During the day, I edit web content. At night and on weekends, I sing and jam with a guitarist. And somewhere in between the day, I write. I write about my immigration to the States as a child. I write about my father growing older and my fear of losing him. I write about the common loss immigrants share. What I would like to achieve mostly is to become a better person. I like to help make the world a better place. I am bothered by poverty and homelessness. I am bothered by inequality. As a woman growing up in the Middle East, I naturally became a feminist. I care about women's rights, their ability to voice their thoughts, to sing freely. I love connecting to people. I love hearing their stories. If you have an idea for something I could write or something I can do to help, or if you need music for a small gathering, please message me. View all posts by Elle