Reading for me is not a pass-time, or something to do when I can’t do anything.. It’s not a hobby, or a homework. For me, Reading is a need! It is one of the vital functions that I MUST do everyday or I can’t function!
It started during my early years at school. I was this tough tomboy who had little friends and even less interests in “girly” games or toys. I discovered the world of Books and was fascinated with the treasures that were hidden so innocently in between their covers. I read all the time, everywhere! I read when it was allowed and when it wasn’t: I read in class, during social visits, under tables, in bed. I read hungrily and insatiably. I read every single book in our school library, every book we had at home and everywhere I can think of.
Then, I grew a habit of reading before I slept in bed and before I knew it, I was unable to sleep if I didn’t read! It was a disaster when I had to sleep at grandma’s and she had no books there! I remember once reading the phone book’s information page just to be able to sleep!
Another “book episode” happened when I was in my early teenage years and I found a forgotten copy of “Lolita” at my grandma’s place under something. I thought it was my version of a lost treasure. I was reading it for the second time (something I often do when I don’t understand the meanings) when I was discovered by my mother. She took the book away, investigated with me for half an hour just to know where I got it from and was upset with me because I hadn’t asked for permission to read it. At the end of that day, we came up with a deal: from that day on, every books I read, she should know. A few years later, she lost track. but by that time, I was old enough to know the difference between life in books and in real life. You see, no matter how “real” the book is, it’s not!
Books are my best friends, they are full of emotions, characters, information, relationships and life that they can fill up the emptiness I feel on most days. They are faithful, constant, and dependable. I am never alone when I have a book, I am content.I know it seems pathetic, but it’s not. It’s a passion that makes my life rich and wonderful.
What strikes me as sad is that most people don’t read anymore, not even the signs, not even the news, not even the status on Facebook if it says “read more”.. Only the true readers would reach this part of my post: Congratulations guys! count yourselves as the lucky few left on the face of this earth.. Do you recommend any books btw??
Yes.. I’m in love! Deep, untamed, uninhibited love that runs deep in my veins – and stomach for that matter.
I love everything about Food: the fragrant, irresistible smell; the amazing, original colors and the rich, overwhelming tastes.
My love for food is not only about eating .. I enjoy cooking -a lot. I love to innovate but mostly I try to learn all the secrets and tricks from a most amazing teacher, Nana (my mom).
I have a theory about food, a theory that all my family shares: “the most important ingredient for any food is love”. This is probably why I do not enjoy food in restaurants. It is impersonal- cold.
I know my passion for food is so obvious, it sometimes embarrasses me. This is why- again- I hate eating in public. I feel like everyone is watching me and I cannot be comforted by Food.
Food is always tempting, always! No time limit, no place, nothing can stand in the way of tasting and getting my fill of my favorite food.
Food is always benevolent: no matter what mood I’m in, no matter how upset, happy, depressed or enthusiastic, I can always count on food to cheer me up or celebrate with me..
Food is always missed: when the time comes, nothing can replace it or sooth the craving…
I know most people consider Food as secondary to happiness- not me! I think being happy is getting your fill of favorite food in the company of your favorite people. Nothing can beat that, NOTHING!
These days, we hear about the famine happening in Somalia and I believe no one feels their ordeal more than I do!I grieve for them all the time, mention them in every prayer and try to help as much as I can. They know, better than anyone, the importance of food.
I guess it can never be compared to Somalians, but you can better understand how Ramadan is a difficult month for me. long hours of deprivation and longing… Exhausting!! Yet, the promised Heaven is a great motive 🙂
Food is a blessing.. I’m sure and I will always be grateful for it. Alhamdoulillah.