My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Last night as I was meditating before bed, something unusual happened. I am in Denver, Colorado for an art show. My hotel is quite comfor...

“Inshallah.” This is what Amira said the last time I spoke with her and asked if she wanted to go to college. Her father, my friend ...

  Amira seemed timid and mysterious during my first visits to her home in Luxor several years ago. After all, I was a stranger from Ame...

We are slowed down sound and light waves, a walking bundle of frequencies tuned into the cosmos. We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemi...

Standing with Hagag and his family. Front of Hagag's house My Egyptian brother Hagag and I sat at the simple wood table in fron...

Abu'l Ezz, myself and Hagag The homes of my Egyptian brothers are made of humble materials: mostly earth and some wood. Even the ...

There are days that I call three-in-one days. They usually occur while I am traveling. Events are so fantastic and magical that they embed ...

Too late to turn back now. I have bought my tickets, except for my return. A thousand small, cautious voices voices tell me to s...

Destiny is turning me in the direction of home. A steady hand guides me as the compass turns west, from London, England to ...

It seems ages ago that I left the United States. I wonder if I have died and entered a dream landscape that has turned generations of ...

I have been traveling for two weeks—first Egypt and now Morocco. The experience has brought me ...

Karnak Temple I am now a “brother” of the Nile. It feels as though this grand, lengthy and luxurious river is a vein in m...

My hotel in Cairo is so close to the Pyramids, that when I wake up in the morning and open my curtains and stand on the bal...

In one week, I will be in Egypt. The first time I went was at the beginning of a trip around the world in 2008, and I had s...

“Don't forget me and my family!”  My friend Abu Ez smiled at me with a hint of concern as I was leaving Luxor, Egyp...