MY STORY: THE MAKING OF AN ARAB-AMERICAN MASTER CALLIGRAPHER
Growing Up in Gaza
Conveniently, the elementary school I attended, and where my father was the school principal, was across the street from our house. As the son of the principal, I could walk into my fathers’ office between classes or during breaks. In my unannounced visits, I could not help but to notice that behind his desk, there was a framed piece of Arabic calligraphy with two lines from the Quran in Jeli Talik style. I would read it and stare at it. At home, we also had a good-size library. I would look at the titles, names of authors and publishing houses on book covers; and would think to myself the writing on these books and at my father’s office looked so finished, so clean.