In Living We Die, In Dying We

I Think A Woman Is Born With The Desire To Hear She Is Beautiful.

If Readers, Young And Old, Would Take Even A Moment To Reflect On Our Rapidly Shifting Culture And Ideology, I Would Be Happy. Many Leaders Of The Older Generation Dismiss Emerging Culture. Those Leaders Are At Risk Of Becoming A Feeble Voice-piece Without Followers. Most Of The Younger Generation Is Going Deaf To The Truth.

For Me, Writing Is An Experience. It's An Exercise In Which I Want To Discover Myself By Taking My Characters To The Edges Of Human Experience, To The Edges Of Themselves And Then, Asking Certain Questions - About Love, What Does It Mean To Love? What's Beauty? What Is True Beauty?

When You Step Away From It All, You Lose Perspective.

The Sun Began To Set Behind Bethlehem And The Beams Were Breaking Through Some White And Gray Clouds. There Was A Slight And Beautiful Chill From The Autumn Air. I Gave Thanks For That Beautiful Day And For The Fact That The Sun Does Not Know Palestinian From Israeli, Christian From Muslim Or Jew, And Asian From American Or African, And I Asked Myself: If The Sun Shines On All Of Us As One, How Much More Does The Sun's Creator See And Love Us All As One?