https://www.hayatabusamra.com/blog daily 0.75 2021-03-01 https://www.hayatabusamra.com/blog/marta-jhefc monthly 0.5 2021-03-01 https://www.hayatabusamra.com/blog/circle-hhblt monthly 0.5 2021-03-04 https://www.hayatabusamra.com/blog/artem-keryx monthly 0.5 2021-03-01 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6033da200f26621148d34543/1614251320229-E5Z6EDHW12RDRBJSW0CK/I+grew+up+understanding+myself+through+the+lens+of+American+Exceptionalism.+As+a+child%2C+I+believed+I+was+unlucky+to+not+have+been+born+in+the+United+States+because+I+could+not+be+exceptional+as+an+Arab..png Free Writing - The American Dream https://www.hayatabusamra.com/blog/academic-writing-issues-in-arts-politics monthly 0.5 2021-02-28 https://www.hayatabusamra.com/blog/the-role-of-collective-memory-in-constructing-national-identities monthly 0.5 2021-03-01 https://www.hayatabusamra.com/blog/76cn5c6k31e6fi5pm498incs3602kl monthly 0.5 2021-03-01 https://www.hayatabusamra.com/home daily 1.0 2022-10-30 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6033da200f26621148d34543/1614091977004-DMYC4M96C35X5P11ZRV3/Hayat+Poster.jpeg Home - Acting. Acting is storytelling. Acting is empathy. It is one’s ability to put themself in someone else’s shoes. It’s being able to live another life. It’s about living in someone else’s pain, joy, struggles, dreams, secrets, and journeys. It’s both a privilege and a responsibility and it requires a great deal of vulnerability and honesty. Acting is my first love. It was my first discovered secret - that through it, I can live a thousand lives. — Hayat https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6033da200f26621148d34543/1614037902974-0Z5KPQJPWFI7Q661YUHW/I%2Bgrew%2Bup%2Bunderstanding%2Bmyself%2Bthrough%2Bthe%2Blens%2Bof%2BAmerican%2BExceptionalism.%2BAs%2Ba%2Bchild%252C%2BI%2Bbelieved%2BI%2Bwas%2Bunlucky%2Bto%2Bnot%2Bhave%2Bbeen%2Bborn%2Bin%2Bthe%2BUnited%2BStates%2Bbecause%2BI%2Bcould%2Bnot%2Bbe%2Bexceptional%2Bas%2Ban%2BArab..jpg Home - Free Writing. We are made to believe that our differences are threatening to one another. The moment we are born, we are born into categories. The most important decisions are already made for us. Our gender, name, race, ethnicity, religion are all chosen. They have been used to drive conflict and create spaces between people that so often, we turn away from conversing with another in fear of conflict or disagreement. 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A naked cup of pure light The seawater waves And salted curls Who meet Dancing, twirling into one another so quietly But do not touch? https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6033da200f26621148d34543/1614090741095-TYWN20CES02OKE63EJ24/summer-clouds-how-great-were-the-robins-musicbed-licensed.00_00_41_12.Still016.jpg Poetry - Rollercoaster https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6033da200f26621148d34543/1614243643055-KIKCFKD9IMIJD8TUESUD/elevated-city-view-from-jebel-al-ashrafieh-amman-jordan_u-l-q1blp4y0.jpg Poetry - Jabal Al-Ashrafieh 08.11.2019 I see bricks White, yellow bricks Limestone bricks Bricks built like lego houses Where angels live With tired wings Trapped under fallen rooftops Crushing secrets and dreams Into crammed alleyways But sprinkle stolen smiles Onto street lights That stand silent and tall Like guardian angels That come alive in the night With their flickering light Of hope Saving young souls and their silent dreams. https://www.hayatabusamra.com/about-me daily 0.75 2021-03-01 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6033da200f26621148d34543/1614032876701-KYQIISAWU6B3PBOX8F2N/Headshot.jpeg About - So, who am I? I am in a perpetual state of answering this question. I can tell you the easy ways in which you can understand me: Arab, woman, Palestinian, Jordanian, liberal, Muslim, non-muslim, actor, writer, activist, academic, etc. I can be drawn up in many different ways, depending on who you’re looking for. Today, however, I am finding peace in telling you who I am by telling you what I love. I love stories. I love acting. I love writing. I love life and I love fighting for a better one for myself and for all. I live in a space that diminishes all borders. I am my grandparent’s stories, my mother’s celebrations and regrets, my father’s pride and pain. I am a product of heartbreaks, of love, of movies, and music. I am a product of an endless curiosity about how the world works, how it can work better, and how we can live more meaningfully. On a good day, I’m a good sister of three siblings, a good friend, a good daughter. On a sunny day, I’m a lover of iced coffee and conversations on rooftops and gardens. On a winter night, I am a devoted advocate of cold weather, hot coffee, cozy cafes, and creating stories. I am a cultural hybrid. I am not one thing. I am many things. As we all are. https://www.hayatabusamra.com/scriptwriting daily 0.75 2024-01-23