Here we have a collection of fictional tales written from the perspective of a Syrian-American. The stories put a human edge to the immigrant's struggles in a new country and deals with the Arab heritage left behind. The resulting stories show the lives these immigrants and children of immigrants as they struggle to adjust in a new country. The situations in which they find themselves are sometimes sad, sometimes poignant, sometimes humorous, but always relevant.

This is a guys' novel about guys, four of them to be exact, three who are single and the other married with kids. All are desperately seeking a place in the world; all think too much, worry too much, examine every aspect of their lives too much. Then, one day, one of these brilliant idiots puts his foot down and makes the others take charge of their lives. They hit the road searching for something, anything that might take them away from their humdrum lives. In the process, there's self-discovery. That leaves us with a novel that is vibrant, funny, touching and ultimately sad. You wind up...

Here are stories written so long ago that I cannot remember writing them. I was fresh from a sojourn through graduate school and adventures in a foreign country. My mind was filled with the thoughts of greatness; I would become famous and leave the dust of a childhood growing up in Flushing, Queens, New York behind. I would conquer the world In other words, I was living in a world from which there was only one direction to go and that was down. Then, I came back from Canada and my historical studies in the great North, back as a writer of fiction filled with dreams. Returning, I was forced...

What you hold in your hands dear readers is a book written by an author, a writer, a newspaper reporter. I am that person, who is better known in literally circles as the ghost writer of the stars. This book begins and ends on this one extraordinary night, a night like no others. The night was the one I got the biggest exclusive of my career. It is a story which centers around one man, Joseph Kabir. He is the same man who has committed the greatest crime of this century. But you are puzzled You have never heard of a Joseph Kabir. There's a reason for that. The story was never released, that...

The novel opens with the thoughts of our main character, one isolated American man. "Sitting here, not so bad, the last white man in Flushing, not so bad. Being here, in this apartment, not so bad. Noise, yes, but can live with that, I think. Not so bad. But, probably, cause I keep saying, not so bad, you really think it is, bad that is. Maybe I should say something like it's tolerable. That's right, tolerable in Flushing, the last white male living, a foreigner in my own neighborhood, isolated from all. Flushing tolerable, historical, established in the seventeenth century by the Dutch Never...

The book is a compilation of articles I wrote for my daily blog on Facebook. The focal point is the life of the everyday, beaten-down writer and what it takes to be a writer facing the ordinary adversities of the craft. I don't try to sugarcoat anything; instead, I attempt to let you know what it means to be a functioning writer who struggles for each word, and struggles with the lack of financial and commercial success. How does the ordinary writer who works at a mundane job by day and writes by night hold it together? How do they continue to be productive? How do they continue to inspire...

A great technocrat honored by modern society, blessed by city virgins for bravery, profundity of wit, keen business acumen, adventurousness of spirit, and superiority of mind, yes, honored in all respects by society, which rewards those who look to the future with an eye towards profitable accumulation of capital investments, namely cash. . . . What is nature to him, which he seeks to vanquish anyway, vanquish all with the exception of electric current, that is, vanquish all also with the exception of chemical equations shaped to serve the master, man, Lord of the Universe. There's only envy...

Menopausal Musings is a collection of small novellas. Each novella follows the inner world of one character's contorted thoughts as they cope with the crisis of middle age. We observe these afflicted people as they exist at different times of day. All are urban characters who live alone in New York City. All are trapped within the walls of their apartments and trapped in their minds and unable to escape. We listen and observe as their minds twirl with hopes, dreams, bitterness, and anger. We cringe as we watch their souls cringe because of isolation from family, friends, and the rest of...

A novel that isn't; a novel that is the rambling of a man exhibiting the symptoms of a hashish haze. That's what we have. We also have an opportunity to dig into an individual's psyche and view all its quirks. The human mind, it's a fertile area of action that isn't real. What does that mean? Sometimes, the action hero is merely the neurotic sitting alone analyzing every idea and movement. That's what we have in our story. Here's a short excerpt: .."..Looking at myself in the mirror, eying the face. Ugly looking bastard, at least to me. Like to be alone and view the sight in the mirror....

Everybody does it; everybody has to do it; everybody has to live through it. Whether you're born of wealth or into poverty, you cannot avoid it Work, as in going to work, that's it. Work, it's the crux of the matter for those who live on Earth. Today, most toil at jobs in modern office buildings with computers and gadgets to process and transmit digitized information. Who do we work for? In one way or another, for major corporations that control all. We workers are specs in the system. Our lives are consumed in that system. That's why we need to take a closer at what the job means. Who is...