One thousand and One Night. We had this book in our home library, and I started reading it in Arabic when I was thirteen. I spent several summer mornings laying down on the couch eating cookies and turning the pages of this fascinating old book. It was filled with fantastic stories of adventures, travel to exotic places but also full of erotic stories happening in royal palaces between women and men who were supposed to “guard them”. It was a new world for me, and I felt somehow embarrassed knowing all these things without the knowledge of my parents.

I am both. I have days when my desk become full of books, documents and magazines. It doesn’t take long until I clean everything and enjoy a clean and organized desk. I mostly enjoy a cleaned desk but can’t be always perfect. Chaos is part of organization…

Sometimes personal issues. Sometimes writing deadlines or ideas about stories I want to write. Sometimes just random thoughts wandering in my brain that I try in, vain, to catch or make them disappear…

I would like to continue writing as long I have the physical and mental capacities to do so.