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.


How they met – part 2

The love story that i grew up believing goes like this:

She had long black silky hair that reached all the way down towards her mid waist, skin as smooth as silk with a few sprinkles of freckles in all the right places. Her posture was impeccably straight while her body  flexibly toned, the perfect ballerina body. Her days were spent in training or in classes studying, her nights were at home with her family or performing on stage in the great opera house in Cairo.

She was never allowed to go to parties or sleepover at her friends homes, but she was content with that life since her passion was consumed all day long for nothing else to find its way into her life. As for boys, she was asked out lot, yet never found an interest to pursue it or any inclination of interest outside of her ballet and her friends.

As the years passed her interest started to change, not towards her ballet career, but more towards her personal life. She wanted to know what it was like to go to a party, get dressed and dance.

At her prime age of 17 a friend of hers was having her birthday party in her house, and for the first time the ballerina wanted to go. Her cousins fought her parents, she got grounded and scolded at. A few days before the party, to her utter surprise, her aunt came over and gave a massive lecture to the ballerinas dad. Guess what, the one time she went out to a party she met her future husband, the engineer.

As she silently sat in a corner at the party, in her simple yet extremely elegant outfit, she observed all the events taking place, in complete internal excitement she clapped her hands to the songs, yet dared not get up and dance. Boys all around her were asking her hand to dance, yet she totally refused with a few giggles and a smile as she continued to clap her hands to the rhythm of the songs.

That is when, at a distance, a young engineer  who was tall dark and handsome,was watching her throughout the evening as she politely rejected others proposition to dance. He walks towards her, and introduces himself to her. She had never seen him before, he was not part of the ballet team or all the others that were in the same school or group. She stared at him, thinking what a handsome young man he is and what courage he had to come up and talk to her.

With a simple gesture from his end and a few words, she accepted to dance with him, her first dance ever.

The music died down and time was running out, her curfew was coming up. The engineer wanted nothing more than getting hold of this mesmerizing ballerina and her phone number. He pulled out a handkerchief and asked her to give him her number. Upon rejection from her end for the lack of obtaining a pen to offer her number, he simply looked at her and asked ” do you have lipstick” in her innocence she said “yes” he then asked her to give it to him, and surely her obtained a means to write her number down on the tissue paper.

As expected, the  love story lasted for 5 years in utter love and romance, ending with them getting married after defying his parents and going against their wishes in marriage to a ballerina who was Egyptian.