Nura tells me she likes the colors of October, yellow and orange, red and auburn. During this month, the Virginia leaves descend graciously and the fall winds slowly begin to strengthen. “There is something about this month that I love. I love the colors and Halloween.” I watch the trees and the fallen leaves as Nura talks in that melodic tone of hers. It’s a gorgeous Friday afternoon and this Palestinian beauty is a week away from turning 18. Her stunning green eyes are full of passion and hope, glowing in the autumn sun. We are both ecstatic; a feeling of deep euphoria overwhelms us. We wish to close our eyes and sleep under the trees that cast a shadow over us. We wish to stay young, stay as children who want nothing but the world. In this beautiful day, Nura and I breathe in the fresh air, mischievously smiling because today, the world is ours.
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