I was born and raised on the Mediterranean shore in the picturesque town of Batroun. I immigrated to Canada in 2005. I am a founding member of the Immigrant Writers Association.
My father was an amateur photographer. Watching photos taken by him was one of my preferred hobbies. Often during the summer evenings, family and friends gathered to watch the projection of the photos on the large garden wall. My father and mother had a story for each photo. The atmosphere was like we were watching a true story movie where the actors are people we knew. Even though the photos were of happy events, when a picture of a deceased relative or travelling friend appears, I saw tears in the eyes of some people. Around the age of 13, my father taught me how to take pictures. At 16, he allowed me using his camera. The first pictures I took were those of flowers in our garden. I had to wait a week to see the result of my first experience with the camera, during this period digital photography did not exist and it was necessary to develop the films and print the photos.
Canada and my love for nature were two factors that also pushed me to practice the art of photography. I often spend my weekends walking around or cycling with my camera looking for a landscape, a person, an animal, a flower or an object to photograph.
For the last 10 years, life events overwhelmed me. This prompted me to poetry. I have written poems in English and Arabic (Lebanese) that I have not yet published.