Today marks the first day of my book being
Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness Poetry Collection Paper back can now be ordered on
! Amazon I am beyond excited!!!
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I designed the cover using Photoshop and a photograph I had taken on a beautiful foggy winter day. Used KDP to self publish and here we are!
If you have any questions about self publishing, do not hesitate to ask!
This book is 10 years in the making, maybe longer.
Starting from the Iraq war and my childhood, to moving to America and living the best life I could.
It is a spiritual journey about war, hope, and inspiration.
Reviews so far describe it as:
To list a few
I am overwhelmed with community support and so grateful to be a part of this world.
A world where an
can have a voice. This is so much Iraqi woman bigger than a book being published!
I close my eyes
And fool my senses
And take barbed wires
For picket fences
Redolent of the ostrich
That did not want to see
Her world as it appeared to be
I’m ALMOST free
She wished to be
A lissome tree A home
For flowers To grow on
Her wish was made true
Now she sits under the sun Taking in its beautiful rays Finally becoming one With this universe
I still see it
Through my brain’s eye The dappled floors As I skipped the halls Sunshine covering me Heat much too dry School in the desert Memories passing by I
A vague memory
A picturesque scene
As the world was ending
I dared to dream
Of the life I have now
Of what seemed so out of reach
The image solidified
As I laid on this beach
If you know my story, you know that I was born in Iraq and escaped the war around 2008. I feel so blessed by the small things and the big things in my life right now. Grateful for it all.
Here’s some AI art of my creation inspired by this poem. Going from war to calm.
The wind howled
The ship swayed
The sonorous sirens’ cries
Made night of day
As the darkness veiled the light
Her true power shone bright
No evil shall come
The ship was female run
The siren spell broke
By the words she spoke
“I’m the captain of this sea. I do not fear you, but you must fear me.”
(Images inspired by this poem)
There I lay
With a wistful gaze Stars turning to ships Coming to take me away
A warm cup of coffee
Blanket on a rainy day View of a rising sun Knowing here I can stay The apricity of it all On a Sunday Simple Happiness
We are pieces
The big bang had left Same atoms Finding new ways of expression And they called it reincarnation Then the meaning was lost