How they met Part 1


It is a wonder why i have searched so high and low for something to make me understand who i am what what i have become, and in doing that i came to NLP. Its called Neuro Linguistic Programming, my new self help method as explained in the main page of My Intuitive Mind . I thought i might as well start from the very very very beginning to explain the reason for the NLP………

A little story to make those around try and understand the complexities of life and the suppression of women:

Abu-Dhabi from 1974….

Their love story is probably what gave me the insight into following everyone Else’s love story…their fighting is what made me search for solutions and reasons for all couples to make things better and live happier. My parents loss of interest in a life with  together made me become insane over finding the best way and method for 2 people to get together. Therefore i became a Soul Mate preacher, finder and solver for other couples.

My earliest memories of Abu Dhabi are not really clear, and they are probably from the photos i have seen of myself when i was a child. My mom once told me when my sister was born, 3 years after me, i used to wake up in the middle of the night banging my head against a wall and yelling loudly at how much i hate her. Yet during the day i was a true gem of a child, i treated her well and took care of her while pretended to love her. Of course until today i do not remember ever having all those jealous feelings towards my sister, whom i love to death today and is one of my best friends 🙂

My dad was working very hard and establishing himself in his company ( which he still works in until today) and my mom typically was a house wife and a great mom.

My mom was a ballerina, the real deal, the real thing, she started ballet school with the Russians since the age of 9 years old, she graduated as a ballerina and minored in Piano 🙂 So because of that our house was filled with music and dancing all the time, we were very cheerful and full of life and people were always over at our house. My dad on the other hand graduated as an engineer, and never truly understood the dream world my mom lived in. So when dad would come home all upset with work, we would back off until things would cool down, and the loving father would return giving us hugs and kisses.

My dad a Palestinian my mom an Egyptian living in Abu Dhabi a multi cultural environment, therefore they got to know a lot of different people and the difference between two cultures marrying were not that obvious or as problematic as having two different personalities live together (i never knew how different they were till late in my life)

I used to sneak downstairs at night when i would hear a romantic french song playing. I tip toe calmly down the carpeted stairs and stick my tiny head past the adjacent wall as i stare at my parents holding one another in a strong embrace, gracefully moving to the beat of loving songs as they sang along in soft whispers to one another.

Other nights there would be the greatest parties in our large garden filled with people of all kinds dressed in extravagant gowns and heals as the men looked exquisite in their suites and ties. Laughter filled our house, my parents always looked happy and actually the handsomest couple, a ken and barbei couple. As i used to freak out from my own shadow at night, i was always the one sleeping between by siblings, slab stuck in the middle. On those nights, those glorious nights, i would be the only one left awake, staring out of the window placed perfectly behind our beds. My dreams would be filled with glitter and glam and a life of love and romance.

Ok i am running ahead of myself here……i have moved already, i am in all the way in Muscat, Oman, at the tender age of 8.

So i will have to rewind…or maybe not……maybe i should start from this point, the point i remember the most, the point that identified me as a person….to understand the shift that happened in the thirties, the disaster that took over my life.

To be continued ………how my parents met…the love story i lived off , dreamed off while i developed into who i became.

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About Rana Zaben
I help people feel their best and create a solid second income to enjoy the best things in life.

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