Ali caressed the curved, pear-shaped body, his fingers running over the fingerboard before resting on the short, delicate neck. The Cedar wood, cool to the touch, gave a beautiful, surprising deep sound that took him back to his childhood in Damascus every time he played a few notes. The Oud was a family affair. Ali’s … More An Ode to the Oud
I was asked that question twice in the past five days. A good question, since I am not a writer by education nor trade. An excellent question, since I write novels and screenplays, in English and in French. To be honest, I had to pause and think about it. Was it a life-long dream to … More Why Do You Write?