So, who am I?
I am in a perpetual state of answering this question. I can tell you the easy ways in which you can understand me: Arab, woman, Palestinian, Jordanian, liberal, Muslim, non-muslim, actor, writer, activist, academic, etc. I can be drawn up in many different ways, depending on who you’re looking for. Today, however, I am finding peace in telling you who I am by telling you what I love. I love stories. I love acting. I love writing. I love life and I love fighting for a better one for myself and for all. I live in a space that diminishes all borders. I am my grandparent’s stories, my mother’s celebrations and regrets, my father’s pride and pain. I am a product of heartbreaks, of love, of movies, and music. I am a product of an endless curiosity about how the world works, how it can work better, and how we can live more meaningfully. On a good day, I’m a good sister of three siblings, a good friend, a good daughter. On a sunny day, I’m a lover of iced coffee and conversations on rooftops and gardens. On a winter night, I am a devoted advocate of cold weather, hot coffee, cozy cafes, and creating stories. I am a cultural hybrid. I am not one thing. I am many things. As we all are.