Grace Kusta Nasralla
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I share opinions and stories from my life, hikes, and travels. I am a certified herbalist, and I will soon be publishing articles for herb and tea lovers.
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The Door Knocks Before Dawn
The knock at the door that changed my life came at exactly 3:07 a.m. I was awake, though I pretended not to be. Since the fighting started, no one has slept deeply anymore. The factions had no pattern, no rules. One night they fought each other in the market square; the next, they raided homes and dragged people away for questioning that no one returned from.
By Grace Kusta Nasralla3 months ago in Fiction
From Boardroom to Brewhouse
As the sun began to set on my illustrious career as an entrepreneur, I felt a mixture of pride and uncertainty. I had spent over two decades building successful businesses, earning numerous recognitions and awards along the way. However, as I am approaching retirement, I know I’m not ready to sit idle. Instead, I desire a new beginning, something that would blend my entrepreneurial spirit with my growing passion for nature and wellness.
By Grace Kusta Nasralla9 months ago in Journal
From Shadows to Light: A Refugee’s Story of Survival
Part 2/2 - photo taken from Pexels.com Christy stood on the town's border; the crumbling buildings of her once vibrant home are now mere shadows against the setting sun. The war had taken everything—her family, her friends, her childhood. At sixteen, she was thrust into a world of chaos and uncertainty, forced to flee her country for safety. Her heart ached with every step, leaving behind the familiar and stepping into the unknown.
By Grace Kusta Nasrallaabout a year ago in BookClub
Escape from the Shadows
Part 1/2 In a small, worn-down township, a young girl named Christy found herself engulfed by chaos. At just sixteen, her world was turned upside down, and she found herself living a life that is filled with turmoil and strife. Her town was invaded by gunmen a few months earlier, shattering the once-peaceful community. Now bombs fall around her area daily, her neighbours have suddenly turned into enemies, and fear lies in every corner.
By Grace Kusta Nasrallaabout a year ago in BookClub
Dogmatic Leaders
When leaders and political masterminds of the world give orders to start a war, do they empathize with people? Do they think of individuals as fragile beings that may get broken, destroyed, or killed? Or do they count them in numbers as part of the statistics that will determine whether they will win a war or not? How long has the world been ruled by such dogmatic leaders?
By Grace Kusta Nasralla2 years ago in Critique
A Talking Owl Saves His Homeland
Once upon a time, a talking owl named Oscar lived in the forest. Oscar was not like any other owl, as he had the unique ability to speak the language of humans. Oscar was born with this language skill, and he always knew that he was different from the other animals in the forest. Oscar could communicate with animals in their language and also speak to humans whenever needed.
By Grace Kusta Nasralla3 years ago in Earth
Entrepreneurs Make Exceptional Hikers
This summer I decided to explore forests and parks in an attempt to increase activity and regain muscle strength. As an entrepreneur, I have learned that once I make a decision, I have to work on an implementation plan. So, in an attempt to understand what hiking is all about, I decided with my girls to go for a walk in Hilton Falls Park. Starting with a bottle of water and an old pair of walking shoes, I walked 2.5 km. That day, I enjoyed my time with my girls, I took some pictures and I went back to where my car was parked, thinking that I have hiked that day. Little did I know that hiking is a sport and one can become a professional hiker!As I approached my car, I noticed a lady in the car beside mine packing her hiking sticks. She looked like she was performing a cleansing ritual from the sweat of a long hike. As I came closer, I recognized her face and even her name came to mind! I called her name out: “Karen?!”, she looked at me with eyes that were trying to recognize who I am. I mentioned my name, and we immediately started recollecting the time when we were working together at an International non-profit organization, over 20 years ago.
By Grace Kusta Nasralla3 years ago in Humans
Humanity: Craving Authenticity
What happened to the days when people used to talk, laugh, and just be themselves? Is it just me or did the nature of relationships change? Is it the stress of this industrial, and rapidly developing technical world? Or is it a side effect of the pandemic era? Why is the world in turmoil, craving for authenticity?
By Grace Kusta Nasralla4 years ago in Humans
A Creative Space That Brings Happiness and Challenge
I have developed an interest in making bead chains at a later stage in my life. My husband fancies bead chains and he gets eager to research the bead’s history when he sees it. He totally admires a bead by the way he holds it and carefully turns it around to explore its sphere. One Christmas I was looking for a gift for him, and I wanted to give him something special that he will fancy and keep for life. I found very special hand-painted beads that were black with colorful Asian designs. And that’s when I made my first beads chain.
By Grace Kusta Nasralla5 years ago in Humans
NURTURING CULTURAL DIFFERENCES
My first exposure to a different culture was when I first visited the Island of Cyprus back in the 1980s. Cyprus is an island in the eastern Mediterranean that was divided into a Greek southern side and a Turkish northern side. This happened after a coup, instigated by the dictatorship ruling Greece in 1974, and a subsequent Turkish military aggression. The island is close to Turkey, Syria, and Egypt, but both Greek and Turkish Cypriots prefer to think of themselves as living close to Europe rather than Africa and the Middle East. Greek Cypriots are taught at schools standard modern Greek, and Turkish Cypriots, speak and write, standard modern Turkish. For informal oral exchanges, each community employs what could be called the Cypriot dialect. Cyprus has a high degree of literacy, and much of the population can communicate in English, especially the younger generation(1).
By Grace Kusta Nasralla5 years ago in Wander
Ambushed On A Summer Day
It was the summer of 1985, I had taken my annual vacation from work and had planned to go spend a week in Cyprus, an island that is 265km from Lebanon by sea. During that time the news of the hijacked TWA airplane[1] was on every news station and the latest update was that it had landed in Beirut airport carrying a number of hostages. Well, that broadcast did not delay my travel plans nor did it even place doubts in my mind to change plans because political and security instabilities had become normal life for us, having gone through 10 years of war then. The airport was open for planes to land and take off and that meant that I can go ahead with my travel plans.
By Grace Kusta Nasralla5 years ago in Humans
