Today marks the first day of my book being LIVE!
Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness Poetry Collection Paper back can now be ordered on Amazon ! I am beyond excited!!!
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. It is about war, hope, and inspiration. Starting from the Iraq war and my childhood, to moving to America and living life the best I could.
Reviews so far describe it as
“One of a kind”
“Can’t stop reading it”
“Such an interesting story”
To list a few
I am overwhelmed with community support and so grateful to be a part of this world.
A world where an Iraqi woman can have a voice. This is so much bigger than a book being published.
I have traveled far, escaped a war, and made a new life
The words in my head need to be said… or at least written down somewhere
I find comfort in colored pens and blank papers
If you’re reading this, I thank you for your curiosity
Lets’ inspire each other
Are you looking for a unique and easy read this holiday that all family members can enjoy?
Is a beautifully written book full of inspiration and hope. The author is an Iraqi woman detailing life in Iraq as the war started and her journey from a war torn world to beautiful America. A truly inspirational story!
Don’t forget to nurture your soul
You lost your pieces
Those that made you, you
And now you wander
Forgetting what you loved
He said so you know your worth
She said I was never purchased nor sold
I know I am a moment well spent
A warm comforting hand
A story that is still being told
Company that can’t be traded for gold
And no dollar can define my worth
I’ve been an atomic bomb
Masquerading as an atom
Left with no charge
I felt like I needed to tame
The explosiveness within
The oh where can I begin
To tell another story
I am an atomic bomb
Stuffed in a fragile case
Than I thought
He called me Home
Although, strange was my name
He said I was his own
But I did not feel the same
So I locked my heart in a pendant
That is old
And I sold the devil
What’s left of my soul
The trees shed their leaves
Trusting them to come back