Friday, June 26, 2020

Kindness Matters - Inspired by 'The Beggar's Dance'

Juma and Zakiya from The Beggar's Dance

Inspired by the characters in "The Beggar’s Dance." Zakiya holds Juma’s hand, and shows compassion, love and gives him hope. “You have to believe in yourself, Juma, break the cycle. Yes you can dream.”

(Thank you to my husband Sadiq Somjee for the incredible artwork - follow: Instagram @sadiqsomjee)

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Book Reading and Discussion for The Beggar's Dance

At Western Sky Books - Coquitlam
Thank you to Western Sky Books for hosting me for the reading and discussion of The Beggar’s Dance.

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And lastly thank you to so many of you who came by. You were a great and engaging audience.

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Western Sky Books Hosts Farida Somjee

Come join me at Western Sky Books 
on January 11th 7-8pm 
for a reading and discussion of my novel, 
The Beggar's Dance.

Located at 2132 – 2850 Shaughnessy Street, 
Port Coquitlam 
(in a plaza at the corner of Shaughnessy/Lougheed adjacent to Safeway).

Click GOING at the link below:

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

The Joy of making Gifts - handmade bracelets

The most I enjoyed this Holiday Season was making these three copper bracelets for gifts. I also loved cooking and spending time with my family. Now it’s time to get back to my writing and finishing my second novel (well at least the first draft). Thank you to year 2017.
Czech glass jade
Red Czech glass and black stone
Aventurine. Onyx. Black Tigereye.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Peace and Joy - Happy Holidays

Wishing everyone peace and joy this holiday season. 
Merry Christmas and best wishes for the New Year 2018

Monday, October 9, 2017

Whistler Writers Festival 2017

Whistler, British Columbia
The last time I was at Whistler was winter 2015 (see photo). I love Whistler, no matter what time of the year I visit.
I will be attending Whistler Writers Festival next week from October 12th to 15th. I am thrilled The Beggar’s Dance is selected as one of the three finalists (fiction) in the Whistler Independent Book Awards. Wishing the finalists all the best.
I will be reading at the Whistler Public Library during Reading Event 1: Canada’s Best Independent Authors of 2017 on October 12th.

It will be a fun weekend, as the festival promises many reading events and workshops. I have booked a few to attend. I’m excited about Workshop 12: So, You Want to be a Screenwriter? I suppose all those movies that are in my head need to be explored.

Most of all, it will be great to meet so many talented writers.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Idd (Eid) Festival

Sharing an excerpt from my novel, The Beggar’s Dance (pg. 117 paperback), on Idd (Eid) festival. In this scene, Juma (protagonist—a street boy) is receiving Idd gift from his secret friend, Zakiya.

I look forward to the Idd festivals in the next two days, at the end of Ramadan. Dada Zakiya has promised to share the offering she receives for Idd. After Idd Namaz, prayers, in the morning, family and friends will exchange mithhai, Indian sweets. Dada Zakiya tells me that she gets lots of money from her uncles and aunts. She does not fancy mithhai but looks forward to the Cadbury Whole Nut chocolate from London that her aunt sends her every Idd. “I love chocolates. It’s a once-a-year treat, so scrumptious.”

Mithhai photo courtesy: Gulnar Fazal
The butcher on the street is busy with orders. A fully loaded pickup arrives with whole halal goats. The workers’ long white jackets are smudged with blood as they put one goat at a time over their shoulder and take it to the butchery. Mama Fatima rushes out of the salon and makes her order.
“Hamisi will be preparing goat biryani for the family and himself the day before,” Dada Zakiya says, revealing the feast menu. She asks me to meet her by the Darkhana gates on Idd at twelve noon when she comes for a community lunch and dandhiya-raas, festive dances and music.

“Idd Mubarak, Happy Idd, Juma,” Dada Zakiya says, wearing a beautiful white dress and a stylish silver clip on the right side of her perfect shoulder-length hair. “For you.” She hands me two full bags. “I have lots of assorted mithhai, goat biryani and soda.” She smiles and tucks twenty shillings in my pocket. “I got a total of one hundred shillings cash in gifts. I will spend the remaining eighty on Hindi cassettes,” she whispers secretively. I accept the auspicious meal and think of Josephine. I will share the spirit and celebrate with her tonight when her pimp is not watching.
Dada Zakiya twists her left wrist, showing me her watch. “It’s my grandmother’s. Mother tells me that at nineteen, I am responsible and old enough to own it.”
Her friend comes by and they hug each other. “Idd Mubarak.” Holding their dandhiya, dancing sticks, painted in red and green, they walk into the gates of Darkhana and join the happy crowd. I hear live drums playing and dance to the end of the street till the sound fades off.