Grace Kusta Nasralla
Bio
❤️ my family | 🙏🏻 in awe of God | 🔎 observer of communication arts in different cultures | 🎭 an admirer of creative arts | 🥾 Hiking is my hobby | 📱 My Instagram: @gknasralla | ✍️ My business blog: bizreflections.ca.
Stories (7/0)
Dogmatic Leaders
When leaders and political masterminds of the world give orders to start a war, do they empathize with people? Do they think of individuals as fragile beings that may get broken, destroyed, or killed? Or do they count them in numbers as part of the statistics that will determine whether they will win a war or not? How long has the world been ruled by such dogmatic leaders?
By Grace Kusta Nasralla2 months ago in Critique
A Talking Owl Saves His Homeland
Once upon a time, a talking owl named Oscar lived in the forest. Oscar was not like any other owl, as he had the unique ability to speak the language of humans. Oscar was born with this language skill, and he always knew that he was different from the other animals in the forest. Oscar could communicate with animals in their language and also speak to humans whenever needed.
By Grace Kusta Nasrallaabout a year ago in Earth
Entrepreneurs Make Exceptional Hikers
This summer I decided to explore forests and parks in an attempt to increase activity and regain muscle strength. As an entrepreneur, I have learned that once I make a decision, I have to work on an implementation plan. So, in an attempt to understand what hiking is all about, I decided with my girls to go for a walk in Hilton Falls Park. Starting with a bottle of water and an old pair of walking shoes, I walked 2.5 km. That day, I enjoyed my time with my girls, I took some pictures and I went back to where my car was parked, thinking that I have hiked that day. Little did I know that hiking is a sport and one can become a professional hiker!As I approached my car, I noticed a lady in the car beside mine packing her hiking sticks. She looked like she was performing a cleansing ritual from the sweat of a long hike. As I came closer, I recognized her face and even her name came to mind! I called her name out: “Karen?!”, she looked at me with eyes that were trying to recognize who I am. I mentioned my name, and we immediately started recollecting the time when we were working together at an International non-profit organization, over 20 years ago.
By Grace Kusta Nasrallaabout a year ago in Humans
Humanity: Craving Authenticity
What happened to the days when people used to talk, laugh, and just be themselves? Is it just me or did the nature of relationships change? Is it the stress of this industrial, and rapidly developing technical world? Or is it a side effect of the pandemic era? Why is the world in turmoil, craving for authenticity?
By Grace Kusta Nasralla3 years ago in Humans
A Creative Space That Brings Happiness and Challenge
I have developed an interest in making bead chains at a later stage in my life. My husband fancies bead chains and he gets eager to research the bead’s history when he sees it. He totally admires a bead by the way he holds it and carefully turns it around to explore its sphere. One Christmas I was looking for a gift for him, and I wanted to give him something special that he will fancy and keep for life. I found very special hand-painted beads that were black with colorful Asian designs. And that’s when I made my first beads chain.
By Grace Kusta Nasralla3 years ago in Humans
NURTURING CULTURAL DIFFERENCES
My first exposure to a different culture was when I first visited the Island of Cyprus back in the 1980s. Cyprus is an island in the eastern Mediterranean that was divided into a Greek southern side and a Turkish northern side. This happened after a coup, instigated by the dictatorship ruling Greece in 1974, and a subsequent Turkish military aggression. The island is close to Turkey, Syria, and Egypt, but both Greek and Turkish Cypriots prefer to think of themselves as living close to Europe rather than Africa and the Middle East. Greek Cypriots are taught at schools standard modern Greek, and Turkish Cypriots, speak and write, standard modern Turkish. For informal oral exchanges, each community employs what could be called the Cypriot dialect. Cyprus has a high degree of literacy, and much of the population can communicate in English, especially the younger generation(1).
By Grace Kusta Nasralla3 years ago in Wander
Ambushed On A Summer Day
It was the summer of 1985, I had taken my annual vacation from work and had planned to go spend a week in Cyprus, an island that is 265km from Lebanon by sea. During that time the news of the hijacked TWA airplane[1] was on every news station and the latest update was that it had landed in Beirut airport carrying a number of hostages. Well, that broadcast did not delay my travel plans nor did it even place doubts in my mind to change plans because political and security instabilities had become normal life for us, having gone through 10 years of war then. The airport was open for planes to land and take off and that meant that I can go ahead with my travel plans.
By Grace Kusta Nasralla3 years ago in Humans
