About Me
B.Sc. Pharmacy (Egypt). MA Creative Writing (UK). A study of the specific gravity of silence and the visceral weight of what remains.
The Alchemy. Pharmacy provided the scales; writing provided the ghost. My work is a debridement—the surgical removal of the dead tissue of the narratives we are forced to wear. It is the clinical reality of being a woman in a room that prefers her absence.
The Inventory of Cloaks. Pharmacist. English instructor. Consultant for the giants (Google/Microsoft). Publisher’s assistant. Copywriter. Architect of curriculums. Editorial Seer. These were never just jobs; they were a series of necessary skins: disguises worn to navigate the world’s grip while I waited for the ink to settle into bone.
The Geography of Friction. I am suspended between the heavy, ancient heat of Egypt and the constant, falling grey of the UK. There is no middle ground. The only stable architecture I have ever found is the page, the place where the friction between these two worlds finally turns to heat.
The Diagnostic Stance. Credentials aside, I study the architecture of trauma. I am interested in the way we rebuild from the rubble. I stand with the women who survived a "love" that was actually an incision, those who are currently unmaking the silence. I write what the soil refuses to hold.
The Archive.
The Years of Silence (2009): A report from the void. A national bestseller in Egypt. Proof that even a whisper has a physical weight.
The Current Project: A study in control. A speculative study of feminine resistance where memory and horror share a circulatory system. The book performed an audit of my own fractures while I wrote it.
The Evolution: English has been my first intake of breath since childhood. Poetry was the initial pulse; prose is the long, jagged exhale.
The Frequency. Aquarian Sun. INFP. A nervous system in permanent overload. The Essentials: Black coffee. Cold rain. The company of cats. The cinematic frame. The specific solitude found in cities I’ve loved and left. Intuition as a magnetic north. Soul contracts. The secret, heavy geometry of fate.
The Structural Mark. Anna Karenina at fifteen: a permanent scar on the imagination. A lifetime of failed time-travel attempts, searching for the original version of the self.
