Sunday, September 22, 2019


     Author Jack Canfield (Chicken Soup for the Soul) recommends writing a Victory Log. 
To start you choose five things that are small (or big) victories from the past day and today. This helps to celebrate achievements and create positive feelings.  Try to find your five!  It's not hard and chances are you will come up many more than five in a day.  My five are:


1. Hiked up a challenging mountain! 
2. Went to feed and give clothes and shoes to the homeless.  It feels so good to spread love and hope.
3. Met a new friend who likes to help people like I do.
4. Packed up a birthday gift for my friend's daughter
5. Told my son I love him and appreciate him



Postcards from Libya

     It was almost noon and it had been a fairly productive day.  Living and working in Libya was not always easy.  He missed home and family.  At times it was difficult understanding the culture and the people.  They were hospitable but tough and aggressive at the same time.   He had made friends though and become fond of his coworkers even though he did not speak much to them.

     Today was different.  He could feel it in his bones.  When the phone rang he was only a little bit surprised.  In those days there was no internet and phone calls from abroad were really rare.   "Emad, it's a call for you from Egypt", his manager Kareem said.  Immediately he felt worried, his family rarely called. 

     It was his brother.  "Emad I wanted to tell you that Dad is sick", he's in the hospital".  "Can I speak to him?"  "No he is resting but he wanted you to know he's ok".  The conversation didn't last long and after Emad hung up he sat at his desk for a long time just thinking.  It would be impossible to get a visa to leave Libya until his contract was up but he felt like he had to see his Dad.

     That night he couldn't get to sleep.  When he finally did feel asleep his dreams were swirling and tormenting him.  He woke up once in the middle of the night and stopped a few minutes to pray.  After that he felt better and went back to sleep.  He dreamed of his Dad.  In his dream his Dad came to him and said "Don't worry Emad I will always be there for you.  I will be ok.  I love you".

     When he woke up he knew something was different.  He could feel it.   He had to call home and talk to his Dad.  It took a while to get through but he finally got through to his Mom after a few tries.  "Emad", she said "How did you know?" "Your father passed away peacefully last night.  But before he passed he said he looked to the West and saw an angel and a light.  I think it was you!"   For a long time he sat with his head in his hands.  Then he looked out into the courtyard at the trees and flowers and felt a sense of peace like he had never felt before. 

      






Grateful Thankful Blessed


Today I feel blessed
I look around and see
So many beautiful things around me


I see your smiling face
Your kind heart
Full of grace


It's the little things
That make me smile
Make me want to
Stop and stay a while


Feeling thankful
Feeling blessed
I am grateful
It's the best



Written by L. Zaki 9/22/19







Thursday, September 12, 2019



LOVE

Elusive shining Love
I remember the first time we met
You made me laugh
And I fell for you

Through the years
Our love shone through
Always steady always true

Now you're gone
and I don't know what to do

I know love will find a way
I'm waiting for that day
Feeling hopeful
How about you?

By L. Zaki 9/12/19











Tuesday, September 10, 2019



POSTCARDS FROM TRIPOLI

     On the edge of the Mediterranean, Emad smiled as he thought of his day ahead.  He looked around the cafĂ© in Tripoli and as always enjoyed watching the interesting people around him.  Libya was a study in contrasts, the people fascinated him.   The old city was somewhat like his native Egypt but with a strong Italian influence.  He swirled his caffe' macchiato in the cup and looked up to see a group of women chatting and laughing. 

They wore bright headscarves and fashionable clothing.  They might be university students, he thought, from the University of Tripoli.  Or work colleagues on a coffee break.

     Not too long ago cafes in Tripoli were a man's only club.  After Ghaddafi outlawed coffee in the 1970's in an attempt to eradicate the influence of what he termed the "fascist occupiers" things were bleak for a while on the coffee scene.  Only Arabic coffee was served in very dim unappealing cafes and women certainly did not make an appearance.   Now in 2011 things had changed completely.  Italian cafes were to be found throughout Tripoli and many were quite stylish.   More women than men frequented them and the culture had changed to allow women more freedom to go out and socialize. 

    
 She caught his eye from across the room, her long dark hair shining .  She sat alone and he wondered was she waiting for a friend or for her husband?  He thought of poor Fatima his work colleague.  They had worked together for two years now and she refused to accept the fact that he did not want to marry her!  He liked Fatima with her gentle smiling face and sweet voice.   But there were no sparks and he couldn't imagine being attracted to her.  She was from a wealthy Libyan family and was more confident than the women he knew in Egypt. 

Libyans were always surprising him.  They had their roots in Berber and African culture and while they were sophisticated due to the oil wealth in the country, they were never far from the desert and were extremely aggressive in their behavior.   You certainly wouldn't want to get into a fight with a Libyan!  In time he learned to appreciate their history and culture as well as the Bedouin traditions. 




      


Monday, September 9, 2019

 
BLUE SKY OCEAN

Be patient I tell myself
You ebb and flow
like the ocean

I see myself in you
Yet different somehow

It seems like so long
You've been away

How you've changed
But still remained the same

I look in the deep blue ocean
For reflections of you

But only see myself
Waiting and watching

Looking for you
I see me and wait for a time
To see you back again

By L. Zaki 9/9/19









MEET ME IN THE GARDEN

A little patch of sunshine
A happy place
Meet me in the garden

Smell the roses
Pick some flowers

We can laugh
And talk for hours

I missed you so much my dear
But now you are here

Back with me
In the garden

By L. Zaki 9/9/19






Thursday, September 5, 2019


Watching the World Go By

I sit here watching the world go by
And I think
Will it ever be me?

Will I love and be loved?

It's time
To start living again

To take the risk of loving again

I don't want to watch and wait anymore

I jump
Therefore I am

Time to seize the day

Written by L. Zaki 9/5/19


 



Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Requiem crashing
I don't feel broken or scared anymore
So free
     waves crashing
       my brain chasing
I can see
I breathe
I feel

By L. Zaki circa 2016