When I Owned the World..

The discussion was over. I thanked everyone and got up of the chair that i was sitting on for an hour and a half. We gathered in circles to socialize, when suddenly, Khalid AlShaikh’s Atni Waad started playing in the background. I thought that i was hellucinating by hearing one of the soundtracks of my novel My Foggy Tomorrow right after the Book Club discussion was over. But i wasn’t. My cousin Narise played the song at the perfect moment in her Cafe, where we were having the book club. It was a Bahraini moment. A Bahraini book, a Bahraini cafe, and a Bahraini song.

The Book Club was the 3rd activity that was organized for my first novel My Foggy Tomorrow. The Book Launch was a dream, Bab Market was the fun part, and the Book Club was when i realized that i’ve done it!

I love the fact that my first experience with book clubs was to discuss my book!! I’m not a fan of book clubs as i don’t like committing to a certain book in a limited amount of time. But i think that i will change my mind about it after this beautiful experience. Every person that was present had his own opinions and views. Some opinions clashed, and some people argued, but that made me happy as i realized that I did it right. Because in fiction, no one is supposed to agree!

Most of the attendees, or maybe I can say all, were readers. And their input was extremely valuable to me whether i agreed with it or not. Sitting with them on one table and discussing my fears, expectations and what i hoped to deliver through this story was like living a dream. I can now say that i wrote a book. I can now feel it. Something that was only happening inside my head once upon a time, was being discussed by a group of people a few hours ago. Friends, family, relatives, other group members and people that i only met after writing this book were all analyzing some characters that I made up! Holding my book for the first time didn’t feel as good as today. Today, i felt like i owned the world. Because i touched people’s hearts with my story. Because i created a Bahraini book that is now being sold in Bahraini bookstores that barely sell any Bahraini books!

Serving your country doesn’t mean getting involved in politics. You can do it by simply being Bahraini, by being local, by being yourself. Do what you do best and market yourself. You will get endless support.

I’m speechless and i can hardly believe that all of this is real. But the only reality that i know is that nothing matters in this world more than being loved and appreciated by others. And for that, i am blessed.

Thank you all..

Quotes from today:

“I’m very happy that we have a writer in the family” Narise Qamber

“Your story is amazing and i’m very proud of you” Sana Qamber

“My favourite line was when she got two glasses & a bottle of ketchup!” Talal Al Absi

“I loved how the title of the story was a title of a chapter inside the story” Marwa Sharif

“Would you judge the author for having the guts to write about some culturally-unaccepted matters?” Dunia Mudara

“It was written from a woman’s perspective” Ahmed Taleb

“It exceeded my expectations” Mariam AlMannai

“It’s amazing how Marwan accepted Hadia as she was without being judgmental” Rana Rushdi

“I wanted to know how they got back together after Rashid’s incident” Rasha Yousif

“It was so emotionally exhausting, in a good way, that i just had to finish it to know what’ll happen in the end. I loved it.” Mai AlHamer

“I hate Marwan” Fatima Al Ansari

“You made me travel with them to different cities” Pakiza Abdulrahman

“I wanted to meet the author after reading the story” Mariam Al Awadhi

“The language was simple and beautiful” Ameera Nooriddin

“Look at the story as if you’re reading it chapter by chapter. As this is how it was written” Khalid Mohammed

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