An introduction to a series of stories about my spiritual journey, thoughts and philosophies. A summary and insight into my personal longing for freedom.
I am a 23 year old Egyptian female. I was born in Manhattan, NY. Both my parents were born and raised in Egypt. They moved to the US in the early 80’s and worked for the United Nations. After they had my brother and I, they decided the family had to go back to Egypt. My father felt it was necessary that we learn and retain our heritage, culture and language. I was eight when we moved to Egypt. We remained in Cairo until I was 16. After we traveled to Lebanon, Syria, Greece and Turkey, we returned to the US in 2000. The past eight years of my life since my return to the US have been confusing, unfulfilling, boring, depressing, empty and dark just to mention a few of the negative adjectives that come to mind. I have to admit that despair and sadness, inspire beauty, thought and meaningful searches. I have become vegetarian (vegan on and off,) a lover of holistic healing and an environmentally and health conscious person. Since my return and depression, I learned to love: yoga, organic foods, cooking, literature, exercise, mythology, alchemy, symbolism, sociology, psychology, film, anthropology, theology, herbal medicines, biology, art, music, oil painting, politics and above all philosophy.
I have always been a seeker, a questioner who never believed in or accepted anything without questioning. I’ve always tried to expand my knowledge on any topic before I formulated my own opinion. My parents, the cultural people they are (especially my mom) used to think I was a “crazy” or a “wild” child. I guess that was due to my constant “irregular” behavior (whatever that means.) I would never take a lame excuse such as: “because I said so” for an answer. They took me to a doctor, because I was “too hyper” in the words of my mother. I constantly and continuously refused to take mindless simple answers from adults, teachers, religion and authority. I never did well in school. Not because I wasn’t capable of doing well, but because the material was dull, boring, mundane and didn’t challenge me for more than a couple of days. In my opinion, everything taught in school was bias and useless. When I would ask teachers “why?” their answers would be something along the lines of “because that’s what it says in the book!” I hated the school system and thought it to be a miserable failure. A friend I had met on my recent travels put it so eloquently: “Schools serve to polish stones and dull diamonds, creating stagnation and mediocrity across the board.”
Where are you? And where can I find you?? 
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