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You’re Never Too Old to have Imaginary Friends!

Disclaimer (this is in no way a professional opinion-it is based on my own crazy musings- If anyone finds it necessary to call the guys in white coats on me after reading this, please read some of my other articles first!)

I didn’t have imaginary friends as a child, I actually started having them as an adult, after being hit with the realities of relationships of all kinds. I found that having a customized imaginary friend or two, was actually quite amusing and helpful!

Here are some of the obvious benefits of having an imaginary friend:

You always have someone you really like to share your craziest ideas with, and that someone will never look at you like you’ve lost your mind!

You always have excellent adventures that transcend the reality of your lifestyle.

Your imaginary friend is never too busy, and when they are away, it’s only because you need some alone time or time with real friends and lovers, and conveniently enough they have something of their own to do!

Your imaginary friend can also be your imaginary lover (I will not elaborate more on this particular point, use your imagination).

And now for the serious side:  How you chose to create your imaginary friend says a lot about what your truest self wants. It can be a great exercise in self-discovery and visualization.

If you could have the perfect partner, how would you visualize them to every last detail? What would be his or her strengths? Weaknesses? What would he or she look like or feel like? What would her or his quirks be? What would you admire most about him or her? What would you have to tolerate about him or her? Would his or her convictions be similar or different from yours? What would he or she look like physically? What are his or her most admirable virtues? How would he or she treat you? What nationality would he or she be? What language would you speak together? Where would you go together? What experiences would you share? What would the biggest obstacles be in your relationship (yes even if it’s an imaginary friend, he or she can’t be perfect)? How would you resolve them? There are many many other questions that can be explored in one’s imagination.  However, what is important, is to explore with purpose! The purpose being to explore your true self: what you really want, what you really need, what you really desire.

My imaginary friend/boyfriend of this past year (his name is Sven) did actually teach me a lot about what I value most in a relationship.  After making so many mistakes in judgement, it was great to explore what I really really desired in a friend or partner. Some of the choices I made in customizing my imaginary friend shocked me, they were not things that I would have ever admitted to myself. It was a way to realign my moral, ethical, and emotional compass without hurting anyone and without getting hurt.

I encourage you to try this.  Create yourself an imaginary friend and do some real self-exploration as you go places with that person you never thought you actually would…



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Five Short Love(?) Poems

master the elements

master the elements

When you love me

I control the elements

High Priestess…

The universe and I are one

I command:

“Rain!”…. it rains


All is within my power

The time of the sunset

The moonrise

The ebbs and flows of the tides

The direction that time flies

The blooming of the flower

My realm I rule with force and light

Taking no notice of the long night

I become sheer energy

I become you I become me

When you love me


After the Eruption

Boiling incessantly

Begging to leave the darkness

To see the light

To breathe….

Pushing upwards

Breaking the fragile coating

Of the ever protective skin

And finally existing

In the form of a slow

Steady, solidifying

Flow ………


You are beginning to bore me

I see the light in a new eye

The mystery the surprise

The promise the new polish

Beginnings are tempting

The sirens beckon with their songs

Recapture the magic!

For you I want to yearn


You are beginning to bore me….



A heavy load

On a mule’s back

Going uphill

In the midday sun

You have become!




The lights are dimmed

The night is fleeing

Towards the arms of dawn

The sun will rise in spite of you

To spite you and the night

Where is the light?

Resist temptation


Rise above


It is dawn

The lantern burns no more


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Let’s Talk about Love

This entry is a deviation from the usual subjects on this blog, and here it goes:

On my way to work today I found a song playing over and over in my head, ‘Mon Dieu’ (My God) by Edith Piaf. It’s one of those songs that I always loved because of its over the top sentimentality, but today it dawned on me that I probably really love this song because of its harsh reality…

The song is a prayer of sort, and the legendary Piaf in the first line pleads with God to keep her lover with her for a little longer: Not asking for forever, not for eternal bliss, not for the silly fairy tale ending, but only for a little more time. No romantic misgivings here, just a plea for more time, time to love and to say what needs to be said, time to create memories, basically time to fully enjoy the feeling of love in the now without regretting a past or looking too much ahead to the future.

This is a song about love devoid of expectation and of plans, a song that realizes the oh so fleeting nature of this all encompassing intoxicating feeling.
This is a song that is very aware of the impact of time on love: lovers always wishing for a little more time, while knowing that time will be the eventual killer of that love…

Mon Dieu ! Mon Dieu ! Mon Dieu !
Laissez-le-moi Encore un peu,
Mon amoureux.
Six mois, trois mois, deux mois…
Laissez-le-moi Pour seulement Un mois…

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كلما قلنا وداعا

نتلاشى قليلا

نترك في جيب الحبيب

جزء من القلب


نغفل أن نهب الجزء الأخير

لنتفوق على الموت؟

لي هنا حزن رائع الجمال

يتسكع لامباليا

في أروقة الخيال

لي هناك إرب من الروح

غارقة في قاع الحياة

أبعثرني طوعا

ولا ألملم أصدائي

فاللذاكرة ملذات…

وللتوق دم يراق

ولهذا الوداع


طعم الحرية….

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Poetry for Rainy Days

I’ve added a page on this blog where I’ll be posting my Arabic poems (as a preview of my upcoming poetry book)

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If Lebanon was a Person

If Lebanon the country of my birth and my chosen place of residence were a person it would be:

A bipolar poet…

A small person in stature but extremely beautiful and attractive at first sight.  If you stick around to know this person better you would discover that  she is much older than she actually looks (I always think of Lebanon as a ‘she’).  Behind her welcoming smile and the bright Mediterranean eyes there is an unstable personality.

Lebanon  is suntanned and hardy, but the well concealed lines of her face keep quiet secrets.

She hides her scars under impeccable designer clothing.

She has children but she hasn’t raised them well; they dislike each other, and have a love hate relationship with her.  They leave her and miss her charm and charisma, then come back to her and get aggravated with her moodiness and selfishness!

She has been suffering from an acute case of identity crisis since her birth.  One day she thinks she’s an Arab princess, the other she thinks she’s the concubine of a Sultan. Sometimes she sees herself as the mother of all knowledge, and other times she sees herself as the party girl.  This identity crisis often manifests itself in the form of a snobbish attitude and an acute superiority complex…

Lebanon the person is too generous with her gifts to others; she wants to be liked and loved to satisfy her narcissistic tendencies.

Lebanon the person is as lovable as Lebanon the country.  In spite of all her madness, her flaws, and her faults, she still holds a spell over those who meet her.  She is a sorceress of sorts, a changeling muse, and I for one, can’t live without her!


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الأديب أنسي الحاج

هذا لا يُعفي من ملاحظة: بدأت تتكوّن حول الانتفاضات تخوّفات. ما انطلق عفويّاً طاهراً يتهدّده هنا وهناك خطرُ استعمالٍ غير بريء وخطرُ تجييرٍ وتوظيف أقلّ ما يمكن وصفهما أنّهما مجهولا الهويّة. المؤكد الإيجابي الوحيد حتّى الآن في هذا المدّ هو كسرُ الخوف من أنظمةِ القمع. موقفنا من هذا مبدئي، وندعو إلى تعميم النموذج. مع الرجاء أن تسفر الانتفاضات عن نتائج لا تحلّ فيها مقدّسات إرهابيّة جديدة محلّ مقدّساتٍ إرهابيّة قديمة.
خجلُ الكتابةِ في معارك الأحرار أنّها لا تستطيع أن تدفع الثمن الذي يدفعونه. وخوفها المقيم هو أن تتحوّل إلى شاهد زور.

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