Although writing is not generally related to activities, I want to say something about my background, I worked for a long time (not a member) with an Islamic organization working in the critical region between the society and its opposition. Independent of any thing else I maintained a discipline of respecting my country and its symbols although I was not always in line with them. For me writing is not a talent, it is a "will", to say, to write and to be free. I learnt professional writing by contacting with American writers. Many times I tried to convince one of them of my experimental writing but he insisted that I should master the usual and regular thing first but later he told me that one should write what he feels not what standards and regulations forces, he changed his mind because one of the America's best writers made the violation he saw an error I have made. I learnt what could happen and what do not happen by a long social and political experience. I suffered a lot of having a view and a will to say what must be said not what should be said.
My experience with Mr. Bruce Cook is extraordinary, I sent him at first a fiction he did not approve for publication. Actually the problem was cultural; in my culture one begins with the style and ends by the semantics; the style determines what semantics are used. Despite this incident I sent him another story which he has put with "Peace Titles".
In Arabic culture the level of communication , the style, (words, expressions,...etc.) used tells more than anything else, even more than the actual words of the author. I have a continuous feeling of losing my job and career, and being socially isolated , I do not see that dying is that bad.... I wrote "Into The Flames" shortly before the events of Tunisia. If anybody wants to know my treatment of the event he can refer to the mentioned story written before it happened.. I have a fiction collection found on "Lulu" titled "Tomorrow is Another Day". I presented within it a new gender I call "The untold". I do not see the reality as an end; it is only the beginning.
