For a long time, I thought success meant following the path that was already laid out in front of you. Work harder than everyone else. Stay later. Become indispensable. Climb properly. Eventually, someone notices. But truthfully, this story starts long before any of that.

May 23, 2024. The day I launched Unicorn Pony, my marketing company. Of course, it didn’t happen overnight. It was something I had been considering over many months, after launching my book and trying to figure out how to deal with a slew of different predicaments.

This year has been one of challenges and quiet glimmers of hope. It’s been a year where I dared to aim higher, putting my name forward for public service, fueled by a belief that change is possible when thousands of people in my riding, and beyond, were sickened by the lack of empathy, humanity, and leadership from their MP. Though I lost, it’s not the end of that journey. It’s a chapter in a story still being written. Read more…

Exploring my bicultural identity as a Canadian of Lebanese descent, I share what it means to be Druze. From the complexities of faith and cultural integration to the recent tragedy in the occupied Golan Heights, this blog post reflects on maintaining integrity, respect, and human rights amidst political and religious tensions. Discover the values that define the Druze community and the importance of standing for peaceful coexistence. Read more on my blog.

Alan Watts, a renowned interpreter of Eastern philosophy, often drew from Hindu mythology to explain profound concepts about life and reality. One of his key insights is the idea of Satcitananda, a Sanskrit term that encompasses the essence of existence: Sat (that which is), Cit (consciousness), and Ananda (bliss)…

In my debut book, “You’re Already Dead,” I take the experience and lessons from my dad’s life, and passing, and delve into some of the themes that come to define our lives. Or I should say, how we live, all intertwined with the transient nature of life. Based on his beliefs, I could have titled the book: “You Only Live Forever.”

As we mark the 162nd day of the ongoing onslaught in Gaza, the heavy weight of sadness has settled over the world, the community around me, and my own shoulders. The barrage of unending horrors, massacre after massacre, and the inaction of our Canadian Prime Minister, along with his Conservative Party counterpart, have led to a profound sense of powerlessness and despair.

Today marks not just International Women’s Day, but also the birth of my eldest daughter. She chose March 8 to make her grand entrance, a week overdue, as if aligning her arrival with the moon and this significant day…

The videos I’ve been sharing on Instagram from Beirut and South Lebanon, inspired by the themes in my book “You’re Already Dead,” focus on the beauty of everyday life. My father captured not every detail, but those ordinary moments between family and friends. It’s these scenes that now strike a chord with me…

I recently read an article from the BBC titled “Why you shouldn’t ask people what they do,” and it got me thinking about a specific chapter in my book, “You’re Already Dead,” particularly the chapter “The Things We Do for Money.” This reflection brings forth my viewpoint about the deeper significance of our interactions when meeting strangers or catching up with old acquaintances.

In “116,” I reflect on the devastating events that began on October 7, 2023, and how they resonate with the themes of mortality and resilience in my book “You’re Already Dead.” Amid personal challenges and global turmoil, I emphasize the importance of living with dignity and hope, and the responsibility to make a positive impact in a world marked by conflict and adversity.

In “You’re Already Dead,” a chapter titled “Perseverance,” which was initially written about grief and being lost with where we perceive our place to be in life, can also be interpreted for the age of social media, where the onslaught of positivity can blur our individual journeys. This chapter, and this post, serve as a reminder that our paths of perseverance and self-improvement are deeply personal…

In the sterile silence of his hospital room in the palliative care ward, I stood beside Bayee, Jim, his presence hanging between this world and the next. He spent the holidays here, and now, approaching mid-January 2011, he lay in a coma. The festive lights and songs of December had faded, but the weight of the holiday season lingered, its shadow extending into the new year as we grappled with the impending loss….

Today, I’m going to write about something a bit different from my last posts, but related to them in a way. First, as you know from the blog post “Echoes Of A Last Tear” I mentioned my professional crisis, existential crisis, trauma, grief, and unfinished business from losing my father. Along with the way I was born—a stubborn, entrepreneurial know-it-all—led me to find healing in writing a book…

In my debut book, I touched on the story of a family pilgrimage to Khalwat Al-Bayada in the summer of 2001, a journey initiated by my father. This pilgrimage, while a physical journey, was deeply rooted in the virtues of my dad’s Druze faith…

As I sit down to write this, the heart-wrenching images of the conflict in Gaza, especially the innocent lives lost, weigh heavily on my mind. My recent book, “You’re Already Dead,” alongside the enduring message to “be like Jim,” finds a challenging, almost conflicting place in the face of such overwhelming tragedy…

I wrote, in my debut book, “You’re Already Dead,” about my recollection and experience visiting Lebanon as a seven-year-old in 1992. I hint about my current understanding of the geopolitical situation in the Middle East as a grown man, but in the chapter on community, as I recall my first-ever trip to Lebanon as a seven-year-old, it was one of childhood ignorance…

Finding meaning in day-to-day life, especially when confronted with the harsh realities of the current state of the world, can be challenging, but it’s not impossible. Even with the constant barrage of news, opinions, and disturbing videos, it’s important to ground ourselves and our emotions…

Both of my parents left Lebanon in 1976. They were young; my father at the time was only 19. They met here, fell in love, got married, and started a family. But they both were driven to leave Lebanon—my father on his own, and my mother with her parents and siblings—because of the looming threat of the war in Lebanon…

The song “Kite” by U2 resonates deeply within me, reflecting the bond I share with my dad and the profound transitions in my life. Its lyrics mirror the lessons he instilled in me — the delicate balance between control and surrender, steering our destinies while embracing life’s unpredictabilities. Now, that very kite symbolizes my journey, a journey intertwined with the teachings of my father…