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Prologue

     A perfect stranger once told me "Attempting the perfectionist road is just a way to place little obstacles to keep yourself from doing what you should do." 


Maybe.

 Maybe, I am just a little girl with a big mouth and small hands, who would never be able to change anything in this world.  
But maybe, maybe I could be that woman who will bless the world. 
So here I am giving what I can give right here.
Right now, to do my part in initializing the change I WANT TO SEE.
     I have been living in Saudi for a year. I have to say that it was more of an eye-opener than I have expected it to be. I am a trained scientist, with a solid background in psychology and I would be lying if I said that till now My Life in Saudi has been nothing but a big SOCIAL EXPERIMENT. 
     No need to take it in an offensive, snoopy way better take it as an educational experience.  
    
I love this country. 
I love its people. 
I love everything it represents, and I love all the possibilities that it could hold.

      Many would not approve of my feelings.  And many more have probably never experienced them before. But why?  
Have we considered that the problem is in us?
Have we acknowledged that the problem is not in him, her or them but in US?
Why do we always keep forgetting that we -ALL OF US - make this society?  That our individual actions only get amplified and reflected on OUR SOCIETY? 
Why do we criticize others before looking at a mirror? 
WHY DON'T WE BECOME THE CHANGE WE WANT -WE NEED- TO SEE?

 Have you ever wondered why Somebody didn't do something about "that", and then realized that you are that SOMEBODY?
     This could be the start of something different.  This could be the start of something bigger than just me and you.  This will be a journey that would change Me, and it would pleasure me if it changed you with me dear.

 With love, 

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