Goodbye to you 2017. Hello to you 2018. I will welcome you with open arms.

2018, I promise to make you mine. The year, in which I will finally let go, go after what I want, the direction I wish to choose, the direction of my dreams.

2018 is the year were rules and cycles will be broken and risks will be taken.

2018 is the year when change will happen, one that makes me a stronger and happier person. And whether that’s learning to love myself more, letting go of my anxiety,  cooking more, loving more, caring more, traveling more, I will do it this year, with all the confidence and courage I have.

2018, you will be the year when I will be saying goodbye to all the negativity, to all the distractions that keep me from my dreams. I will make this year the year of positive energy, and only that. A year of pursuit of my passions, a year of real love, a year of happiness, health, and courage. I will only pursue what makes my heartburn.

I will pursue the people and things that me move me and make me feel alive. 2018 is the year in which I am going to say yes to new adventures and no to things that bring forward negativity. In 2018, I will be easier on myself, I am going to accept that I will always have skinny legs no matter what and work on fixing the things I am capable of changing.

2018 is the year I will learn to listen more, the year I will break my bad habits. 2018 is the year I will learn to say thank you more. I am going to say I love you more, care more, and offer more. 2018 is the year I am going to push myself to grow, even when it’s hard.

2018, I’m ready for you. I’m ready to open up a new story.

2017, I’m not saying bye to you yet. I have to admit, you’ve done me well, so I shall thank you. I’m ready for all the lessons you taught me. I promise you, and take my word for it; I will learn how to apply them for next year. You weren’t the best of years but you made me stronger. You made me a fighter. We had our ups and downs, but you taught me how to stand up for myself. You showed me my self-worth. You showed me how to appreciate myself more.

Thank you for the wonderful people you’ve introduced me to. Thank you for the amazing memories. Thank you for keeping me healthy and fitter that I could ever be. 30 and still going stronger and harder than ever. Thank you for listening to me, always, and guiding me throughout all my troubles. Thank you for showing me the good and bad, and revealing all the truths that were hidden.

I love you, but now, its time to let you go.

Hello 2018. You are a stranger to me now, I don’t know much about you yet, but, hey can we be friends? I don’t know what to expect from this friendship,  but I promised myself to be open for new ventures.



So the Thirty-Something just happened.

I remember the day I turned thirty. I was getting out of the shower and I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself for a long time. I examined every inch of my body and appreciated the fact that I finally looked like a grown woman. I also assumed that this was how I was going to look for the rest of my life. The way I saw it, I was never going to age; I’d just look up one day and be old.”-Terry MacMillan


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So, it happened. I’ve hit my 30. Well that took some time. I reached that massive milestone I had long been dreading. And, in my infinite wisdom, I have been thinking about this day for the last couple of months. I laughed and weeped to myself about how difficult life can be, but at the same time, how happy I am with everything in my life.

I have beautiful parents. Crazy Talented siblings. Awesome friends. The coolest and the most gorgeous best friend (who also happens to have the same birthday as I do) And a kick ass job with the loveliest team anyone could ask for.

Yes- I’m pretty darn lucky.

Honestly, turning 30 isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I still have the body and soul of a 20-year-old. I still twerk as I could at 20. I now do more pull ups than I ever could. Most importantly, I can oficially cook my first Mloukhie dish without destroying the chicken. Oh, and I still haven’t found a husband. Just sayin.

Many people have told me that your 30’s are your best years. The 30’s are the years  when shit gets real. Purely because it was as though the needle on the ‘giveashit-o-meter’ reaches zero without their being any kind of penalty.

However, I do understand people who feel the pressure to be somewhere at a certain point in their lives, and that when they would hit that number, shit needs to start happening, action needs to be done. But- Who’s to say where you should be? Who says there needs to be a destination? In all honesty, There is no road map. You could be the greatest, most detailed of organisers, and, at some point, you’re still making it up as you go along. WELCOME TO MY WORLD.


My last year was filled with an incredible number of  learning opportunities. I stopped focusing on finding love and turned my own capacity for affection inward. I learned that the greatest love I could ever find was the love I have for myself. I let go of people who weren’t meant for me. I started studying for a fitness coaching certificate, something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. I trained hard. I cut dairy out of my life. I made awesome friends. I learned how to do my first handstand. I traveled solo. I cooked. I got promoted to an Associate Director. I celebrated my birthday with the most amazing individuals who have made Dubai feel home to me.

People made me feel like turning 30 was a scary thing. Like it was the end of the world. Especially the fact that I am still single, and nowhere close to getting married. They made me feel that there was some grand work I was destined to continue  when I hit this number for as long as I am able. Honestly, it felt the complete opposite. I didn’t feel like there was some grand work I was yet to begin. Instead, I actually feel like I’ve got my shit together.

There is something about 30 that makes you realize that there is a path you haven’t yet taken. It’s exciting. More than that, there is a better path that you are in good enough shape to try. As Robert Frost once said, “it makes all the difference.”

Today, when I look in the mirror, I smile.

I look back over my shoulder and wave goodbye to the last 10 years as a twenty something, not with sadness but with so much pride at who I have become and more importantly, who I am becoming. I’m going to embrace this new chapter of my life and be thankful for everything that’s happened up until this point.

And so,  I welcome myself to the 30’s.


Happy Birthday to me.


Dear Self,

This year didn’t start the way you expected. But it ended exactly the way you wanted it to be. The way it should’ve ended.

I’m sorry for what you had to go through, but all I have to say is this: I’m proud of you. Through all the ups and downs, you continued to fight and managed to get through everything with a big fat smile. Always.

Be proud of everything you have gone through, and everything you have become. It hasn’t been easy, I know. But hey, everything will make sense to you one day. Don’t you always say “Everything in life happens for a reason?”  Wasn’t that always the phrase you live by? Well trust me, it’s all about timing. Wait and see. You are in the exact place you are meant to be right now. Trust the course of your life and take things the way they come. Accept life for what it is. Even though sometimes you think you are broken, there is so much beauty in your all your pain. You are stronger than anything that has tried to tear you down. You are a survivor. Celebrate the times you have, the times you had, and the awesome people around you. The people that have been with you since day one and that have stuck by your side through the good and bad. Be thankful for what you have and keep on lighting other people’s lives and inspiring them to move forward.

Stay strong. Be more beautiful than ever. Keep on doing the things you love with passion. Make them wonder how you do it all. Most importantly, enjoy the last year of your 20’s. It’s going to be kick ass. Trust me. You are in for one the best years of your life. I know it.
So here’s to you, miss 29. Here’s to an awesome year ahead. Here’s to all the darkness and the bad choices you’ve made. Here’s to the sadness and here’s to happiness as well.

Before I go to bed, I just want you to remember something. Remember not to settle for less than you deserve. Remember to be careful the next time you give your heart to someone. Remember that you have to be there for yourself. Remember that you are the only person promised to be in your future. Remember the future is yours.

Congrats for a solid year. Happy Birthday.

I look forward to hearing your updates a year from now.


Travel. Because it moves you.



I travel because it makes me happy. I travel because it teaches me heaps about myself. I travel because it moves me. Of course travelling permanently isn’t as helpful to the world as being a doctor or a teacher is.  I have every respect for people doing those  academic jobs. But hey, If I got paid to travel and explore the world, then I’d take that offer in a heartbeat.

Well the way I see it, everyone has his or her own passion for things. Some people love to sing, some get great pleasure chilling on the couch or watching series. Broadly, I’d say mine is travelling, but it’s more than just that. It starts from that very moment I get in that taxi and head to the airport and wander around watching people’s overjoyed faces. I’m always curious to find out where these people are heading, where their next destination is.

Take my five day trip to Srilanka two weeks ago. I went with one of my favorite people in the office. It was just me and her. Tete a tete. It was awesome.

I spent five days on the beach. I spent five days doing the things that I love, and the things I never had time doing in Dubai. I had time for myself. I had time to sit with my thoughts and be okay with them, whatever they are. I found out countless things about the people and their beautiful culture and even learnt some extremely valuable lessons about how much we have to be thankful for.


And that’s not even touching on all the little moments I had talking to different nationalities. I met  people from different countries and I made friends in Spain who were so awesomely welcoming and who are showing me around their city next month! I’m not saying it was an absolutely perfect five star trip, from finding two lizards creeping on our wall, to not having any water to shower in, to getting dirty towels sent to our room, but honestly, that’s what made the trip so awesome.

I learned so much about myself in these five days. I learnt that life is amazing. I learnt that sunsets on trips are the most majestic. I learnt that you don’t have to be obsessed with museums to appreciate culture, art, and history. I discovered that I’m able to do  100 pushups on the sand. I learnt that Karmel has a big fear of lizards. I learnt that I have a crazy obsession with the ocean. I learnt that I look pretty good with braids. I learnt that I can live without eating chicken for 5 days. I learnt that I need to travel every couple of months to keep my inspiration going.



I travel with bad hair, no makeup, and I get more scars from travel than I can ever count. But I embrace it fully because it’s a reminder of the story that accompanies it.

I travels and then write all my thoughts down as a way of freeing my mind and sharing my passion with the world. Write as a way to remember the way you were feeling during your travels at any given moment.

I travel because it reiterates my independent, free, and radiant spirit.

I travel because I discover myself. I get lost and find my way again.

I travel because it opens my eyes to the real things in life. The world is a huge place. There’s so many beautiful places to see; And there’s no way that I’m ever going to be completely satisfied with my ever increasing places to visit list, but I hope to see as much as I can for as long as I live.

Now you. Be the girl who travels, unless of course, traveling isn’t for you. In which case, be the person you want to be, and embrace it fully.


Read this if you have a crazy obsession on food and travel.


Who doesn’t love Uncle Tony? Come on, Bourdain is the man. If you haven’t read Kitchen Confidential yet and have an obsession with food like I do then drop everything your’e doing right now and go buy this book. Epic read.

I got home late last night and was famished and stumbled across Thought Catalog’s piece on Bourdain where they’ve shared 21 of his inspiring lessons on life.  And most importantly on food.  Lots of food and travel coming my way in the next couple of weeks so gotta start prepping.

Read this for some inspiration.

“If you’re twenty-two, physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I urge you to travel – as far and as widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to. Find out how other people live and eat and cook. Learn from them – wherever you go.”

“We know, for instance, that there is a direct, inverse relationship between frequency of family meals and social problems. Bluntly stated, members of families who eat together regularly are statistically less likely to stick up liquor stores, blow up meth labs, give birth to crack babies, commit suicide, or make donkey porn. If Little Timmy had just had more meatloaf, he might not have grown up to fill chest freezers with Cub Scout parts.”

“There’s something wonderful about drinking in the afternoon. A not-too-cold pint, absolutely alone at the bar – even in this fake-ass Irish pub.”

“But I do think the idea that basic cooking skills are a virtue, that the ability to feed yourself and a few others with proficiency should be taught to every young man and woman as a fundamental skill, should become as vital to growing up as learning to wipe one’s own ass, cross the street by oneself, or be trusted with money.”

“Under ‘Reasons for Leaving Last Job’, never give the real reason, unless it’s money or ambition.”

“The way you make an omelet reveals your character.

“Good food and good eating are about risk.

“Luck is not a business model.

“Good food is very often, even most often, simple food.

“You learn a lot about someone when you share a meal together.”

“Skills can be taught. Character you either have or you don’t have.”

“Don’t lie about it. You made a mistake. Admit it and move on. Just don’t do it again. Ever.”

“What nicer thing can you do for somebody than make them breakfast?”

“Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life – and travel – leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks – on your body or on your heart – are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.”

“I don’t have to agree with you to like you or respect you.”

“The journey is part of the experience – an expression of the seriousness of one’s intent. One doesn’t take the A train to Mecca.”

“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.

“I’m a big believer in winging it. I’m a big believer that you’re never going to find perfect city travel experience or the perfect meal without a constant willingness to experience a bad one. Letting the happy accident happen is what a lot of vacation itineraries miss, I think, and I’m always trying to push people to allow those things to happen rather than stick to some rigid itinerary.”

“Your body is not a temple, it’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.”

“As incisively pointed out in the documentary Food Inc.,” an overwhelmingly large percentage of “new,” healthy,” and “organic” alternative food products are actually owned by the same parent companies that scared us into the organic aisle in the first place. “They got you comin’ and goin’” has never been truer.

“I have long believed that it is only right and appropriate that before one sleeps with someone, one should be able—if called upon to do so—to make them a proper omelet in the morning. Surely that kind of civility and selflessness would be both good manners and good for the world. Perhaps omelet skills should be learned at the same time you learn to fuck. Perhaps there should be an unspoken agreement that in the event of loss of virginity, the more experienced of the partners should, afterward, make the other an omelet—passing along the skill at an important and presumably memorable moment.”