I'd like to tell you about my mom.
My beautiful mom.
My mom who called me "Sit Al Banat" (roughly translated: lady of ladies), ever since I was a little girl.
My mom who receives everything life gives her and makes it her joyful ally.
My mom who was wheeled into quadruple bypass open-heart surgery with a smile on her face and came out (7 hours later) with a smile on her face.
My mom, a creative artist, from whom I inherited my love of art, music and life
And from whom I learned that it's never necessary for me to prove myself to anyone, or to compare myself with anyone
And that I have strength inside me that has nothing to do with my being male or female
My mom from whom I learned that we all contain hope and optimism, that hope and optimism are things you must work on, and that by looking after them we maintain  our humanity
My mom whose name is Amal (hope in Arabic)
My mom is the perfume, the jasmine, the orange blossom of my life
My mom is my inspiration.