Dear my friends,
In An Advice from Charles Bukowski I mentioned that I’m currently completing my first novel in English. Well, actually, I am still not sure whether I’m going to make it a fiction or a memoir.
Here’s the deal: Teaching English in Australia has been a great blessing for me. It gives me unlimited opportunities to learn from people of various cultural backgrounds. Some of the students I met are wonderful great loving characters. They are not just a group of people who are desperate to learn English to get into university or to settle in an English speaking country like Australia.
But they have been a source of inspiration to their family, friends, and other people who have met them, including me. I’m so excited to write about some episodes of their life and to share them with the rest of the world. I am hoping people could learn from them as much I do. That’s why I’m writing the book.
To give you the big picture, here’s what I’m planning to be in the back cover of the book:
MY STUDENTS COME FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD.
JAPAN, SOUTH KOREA, CHINA, CHILE, TURKEY, MEXICO, VIETNAM,
UNITED ARAB EMIRATES, SUDAN, SAUDI ARABIA, ISRAEL.
THEY ALL LEARN ENGLISH FROM ME.
I LEARN LESSONS ABOUT LIFE FROM THEM.
Every classroom is a miniature of the world. The day I met my students was the day
when miracles began. It’s when the greatest lessons of life were unraveled.
I have completed 8 chapters of the book project and am planning to complete the manuscript by end of the year. Yes, there are another three chapters I need to write. Although I have nearly completed the book project, I am still not sure about three things:
1-Whether I’m going to make it a memoir as initially planned. As writing a memoir is factually limited, I often got tempted to turn the book project into a fiction. Things might have been inspired by real people, but turning into fiction would enable me to have more flexibility and freedom in exercising my creative minds. What do you think? I would appreciate any comment and useful advice on this.
2. Does anyone know a book on a similar topic that I could read as a point for reference? Before attempting to writing the first chapter, my research yielded zero result on the presence of such book. But that was two years ago, and things have changed rapidly, so I could be wrong. If you could let me know a book which might have quite similar ideas, I would really appreciate it.
3. I don’t know what title best suits the book project. I am extremely bad at writing a title for my project, yes, that’s a confession. The only thing I know for the sub-title is this: One Teacher, 11 students, and Life’s Greatest Lessons. The publisher may come up with the best title and sub-title, but at this point I’d be happy if I could just have some option in mind. So I would really appreciate your suggestions.
The following is an excerpt from a half of a chapter of the book project. Please have a look at it and let me know whether it has reached the publishable level for a major publisher like Bloomsbury.
I know it hasn’t. I’m sure it still needs major revision, but hey, honing my writing skills is a fun thing! Especially when I could receive insightful feedback from lovely and intelligent people like you all :-). After all, it’s been a great journey with your presence here!
Thank you very much in advance, and I wish you all a pleasant and enjoyable Sunday!
“A Palestinian suicide bomber blew a bus in the heart of Jerusalem last night as it carried religious Jews from a visit to the Wailing Wall. The action killed at least 20 people, including children and wounded more than 100.
After this attack, Israel immediately called off a plan to withdraw from four Palestinian cities on the West Bank, including Nablus and Ramallah. Our source from the Israeli government said it was freezing all other negotiations with the Palestinians. Islamic Jihad has claimed responsibility after making a phone call to Associated Press.
At the same time in a different place, a large demonstration involving hundreds of Palestinians in the Gaza border has resulted in a series of clashes. Fifteen Palestinians were injured but none was killed today after the Israeli army shot at them.
Following this series of clashes, a US senator commented that with such grim pictures, peace negotiations seem to find another heartbreaking fact, a fact which may provide evidence that Palestinians and Israelis are two races which cannot live together in harmony.”*
Israel stopped there. He then folded the newspaper he had been reading. While waiting for the host to appear, his mind wandered to what happened twenty seven years ago.
Driving a furrowed and fading black truck in the rocky roads on the way to Nablus was a man in his mid twenties. Surrounding him was a tedious scenery consisting of primarily ubiquitous sand and constant wind. It was an outlook undesirable to many.
Whistling beneath the surveillance of the gloomy sky, the young man was hoping for a blue cloudless sky. But he couldn’t care less when what appeared instead was a gloomy one. He kept driving. From the distance he saw a land rover was lying dormant, with its body half-covered by dust and its wheels enmeshed in the sand. The owner of the land rover, a dark muscular tall man, was trying to push it from behind but to no avail.
Astounded, the young man drove his truck closer to the land rover and its owner. Descending his lame truck, to the land rover owner he said in Hebrew, “Let me help you.”
Instantly he fetched a car-puller from his truck and entangled its verge to the land rover. His truck’s engine was roaring when he pressed the gas harder. He kept accelerating the truck, until it finally pulled the jeep out of the sand pit.
The land rover owner, a man in his late thirties with dark rounded eyes, gave the young man a nod. In not very fluent Hebrew he said, “Thank you for helping me, my friend.”
Then he reached out his right hand for a handshake, “My name is Farouq. Farouq Al Masyrawi.”
“I am Israel,” the young man replied and shook his hand. “Israel Karni.”
Both men smiled at exactly the same time after knowing each other’s name. Yes, their name and the way they spoke said it all. Yet they were hugging each other.
“You’re going to Nablus, aren’t you?” Farouq asked.
“Yes I am,” Israel replied.
In less than a minute the two men had started their engine and geared up towards Nablus. It was a long windy road, and the dusk had arrived when they finally reached their destination. They entered a restaurant for a dinner.
Perching on a comfortable chair in the cozy restaurant, Israel remarked, “I am glad that you ordered Siniya and Yorekot.”
“And why is that?”
“They’re my favorite food,” replied Israel with a radiant smile. When there is love between two human beings there’s no need to say things with words; you say them with your heart.