About
A shattered mirror… that’s all I see of myself.
Pieces of me since I was six years old, until I became an adult struggling with life.
A mirror with pieces of shrapnel’s from the civil war in Lebanon, cutting me deep, into bits, seeing myself in the mirror pieces of a puzzle, needed to put together to make a real picture of who I am.
Memories of my childhood have been smeared by the bloodshed of the civil war. When I was six, the war broke out and it was my first encounter with death.
I saw death in the streets of Beirut.
My family – my mother, two sisters and a brother – kept running away from war-stricken Lebanon, to a safe Saudi Arabia where my dad worked to earn a living.
Between the bombing and relative calm of Beirut’s sky, I could dream of becoming a TV director.
The dream became a reality and, for the first time, I saw a dim light at the end of the tunnel.
Later, I went to Saint Joseph University in Beirut to study to become a TV director and I graduate.
I thought with my university degree, I will be able to find a job easily… but alas … I realized again that life is unfair and my struggle continued.
I juggled between small jobs in the TV industry, until, like my father, chose to pack my suitcase and travel to the United Arab Emirates. It was closer to Saudi Arabia where my father spent the best years of his life.
Again, I moved from official TV channel of Abu Dhabi to Dubai official TV channel and ended up as TV Director at MBC group and Al Arabiya and Al Hadath news channel.
All these ups and downs, in life and in career, have been normal for me considering I only had sad childhood memories.
I went through a phase of depression due to loneliness in a very fast paced city with only few friends around me. Actually, I did not know how to interact with people and how to make friends and seek their help.
These challenges climaxed with the death of my mother in 2006.
Death was once again staring at me and, this time, I had to face it.
Death hurts deeply when you are an adult and not a child. It is a different encounter.
Anger and pain rose to new levels and I experienced emotions that I never thought I would have … but to no vail.
One day, a friend visited my house and built positive energy around my shattered world.
That day I started to be curious about Pranic healing, Chakra’s energy, Yoga and meditation.
Here my life started to take me toward a new path… I started to build an interest with my surroundings. I started to come to terms with life.
Being happy and interested with healing through energy, I decided to travel to Nepal with a group of like-minded people with interest in meditation.
It was April, 2015 when I landed in Katmandu.
Two days later, April, 25, the earth underneath me shook.
I was reminded of the war-torn Lebanon and the shelling.
But no, this was different… it was an earthquake.
I was scared and I could hear my late mother’s voice saying: “Daughter, do not be scared, everything will be alright.”
Almost 9,000 people died that day and more than 22,000 were injured.
It was a wake-up call for me, to embrace life and appreciate every moment of it without fear or regret.
The moment I landed back in Dubai, safe and sound, I started another journey, a journey of self-discovery and why I was chosen to experience this disaster of an earthquake.
I tried all kinds of treatment to regain control over my life once and for all.
I started learning hypnotherapy, which made me discover many hidden segments of my sub-conscious self.
I learnt to accept them and make peace with them.
I stopped being angry. I started to understand myself, my family, and my surroundings.
I started, for the first time to breathe, to feel that I am breathing. I was alive.
Especially when, I took the courses of Virginia Satir family therapy.
I am thankful for every single day that I am alive. My actual life began when I came to terms with myself, and started counting the blessings.
Wake up readers, it’s time to open your eyes and discover a new YOU and a new world.
I wish you a happy path in your quest to find oneself.
Happy journey.
