Delight in Sweet Magic There is something enchanting about the power of sweets. They have the ability to transport us to a world of wonder and delight with just one bite. From the first taste of a decadent chocolate truffle to the last crumb of a perfectly-baked pastry, the magic of sweets is undeniable. It begins with the anticipation of that first bite. The slow unwrapping of a candy bar or the presentation of a beautifully plated dessert ignites a sense of excitement. The sweet aroma that fills the air only adds to the anticipation, teasing our taste buds and urging us to indulge.
The sweet aroma that fills the air only adds to the anticipation, teasing our taste buds and urging us to indulge. And then, as we take that first bite, the magic takes hold. It's as if time stands still as the flavors dance on our tongues.
Op-Ed: In Syria, my fame became a curse. Now it helps give meaning to my journey as a refugee
In my homeland of Syria, I thought my fame would protect me. But after I received attention for seeming to speak out against the totalitarian and violent Assad regime, being famous suddenly became a curse. It sent me on a punishing journey I never would have chosen but which has had its own unexpected rewards.
I knew everything was about to change when the head of a major Syrian movie studio ordered me to appear on television and apologize for something I would never have dared to say in public. An August 2011 front-page article in the Los Angeles Times had begun by saying I had openly accused Syrian “security forces of torture and corruption.”
Not until the third paragraph did the journalist make her writerly reveal: I was actually delivering a line of dialogue playing the hero in a soap opera whose title roughly translated to “Torn From the Womb.” That it was a character speaking, not me as myself, would not matter to the government.
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Since the Syrian uprising against Assad had begun months earlier, the secret police had tried to recruit me and many other public figures for its propaganda machine. I resisted and avoided speaking out against the regime. But the article had made one truth clear: I did not support the villainous Syrian President Bashar Assad or his henchmen.
There would be no TV apology from me, and life as I knew it would soon be over.
The secret police began repeatedly threatening me, making the land beneath my feet feel like it was quaking. I knew that the Syrian regime was like an octopus’ mafia — if you were able to escape one tentacle another one would ensnare you.
I was also acutely aware of the harrowing punishment being meted out to other artists. Ali Farzat, a famous political cartoonist, was badly beaten, his fingers deliberately broken by pro-Assad gunmen. A few months later, Zaki Kordelo, an actor and my treasured friend, was forcibly disappeared overnight.
At any moment, I expected a horrifying death to come my way.
In my 50s, I was forced to flee my country, leaving behind my elderly parents, a vibrant acting career, my house, all my assets. And I began a journey of survival as a refugee, becoming one of the more than 89 million people in the world who have had to escape persecution, war and natural disasters.
Fortunately, my wife was already in the U.S. studying public policy at the University of Minnesota, and I joined her there in October 2011. When she asked me to sign an application to apply for asylum in the U.S., she shared a painful truth that horrified me: “There is no more home to go back to.”
AdvertisementSoon, I would even leave behind my given name. Every time I introduced myself to someone in Minnesota, they would react with incredulity. So Jihad — a common name back home — became Jay. If only reinventing yourself in another country was as simple as changing your name.
The asylum process dragged on for years. Life was brutal and perpetually on hold. We struggled to find work. I got pizza and flower delivery jobs, but I didn’t even make enough to cover our groceries. Visits to the doctor were an unaffordable luxury. We were starving, scared and very much alone.
But we had each other, and we found strength in knowing that the high price we were paying was because we had taken a moral stand, along with other innocent people, against the killing machine that is the Syrian regime.
In an attempt to resuscitate my acting career, we made our way to Los Angeles in 2012. I would go on more than a hundred auditions without landing a part. Finally, I connected with the director Werner Herzog, who cast me in his 2015 film “Queen of the Desert,” starring Nicole Kidman. Parts in other films featuring such actors as Tom Hanks and Ben Affleck would follow.
My wife eventually secured a good job in her field, which freed me to pursue acting. Nearly a decade would pass before we became U.S. citizens. By any measure, we are a success story — refugees who were able to build a productive new life in America.
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Since I became a refugee more than a decade ago, the global refugee population has more than doubled. By one accounting, more than two-thirds of us have come from just five countries. It’s not surprising to me that Syria leads the list, with nearly 7 million displaced people. Millions live in refugee camps, essentially forgotten by the world at large.
In every moral challenge, some people find the fortitude to stand up while others don’t. Some Syrian artists who were once my friends became cheerleaders for the Assad regime. They chose to remain on the dark side of history. I chose to seek the light.
In the short drama “Facing Mecca,” I play a Syrian refugee who struggles to bury his wife in accordance with Muslim rites. When it won a Student Academy Award in 2017, it made me believe I could turn to film to raise awareness about the plight of refugees and highlight other injustices in the world.
Fellow refugees often tell me my story helped them hold on to hope in their darkest moments. That has made me realize I already inhabit my greatest role: speaking out for refugees and those who are unable to escape the violence and chaos in their home countries, whether through activism or the film projects I pursue. And this is why my journey as a refugee will never end.
Jay Abdo is an actor and producer. He will receive FilmAid’s Richard C. Holbrooke Award for Humanitarian Service on Oct. 12. @JayAbdoActor.
Since I became a refugee more than a decade ago, the global refugee population has more than doubled. By one accounting, more than two-thirds of us have come from just five countries. It’s not surprising to me that Syria leads the list, with nearly 7 million displaced people. Millions live in refugee camps, essentially forgotten by the world at large.
The richness of the chocolate, the buttery texture of a cookie, or the tangy sweetness of a fruity confection all work together to create a symphony of sensations. In that moment, we are transported to a place where worries fade away and only sheer bliss remains. It's a place where every flavor is intensified, where the stresses of the day are forgotten, and where happiness is measured in bites rather than minutes. The magic of sweets is not limited to just the taste, however. It also lies in the memories they create. Think of a childhood birthday party, with a perfectly frosted cake adorned with candles. Or a shared ice cream cone on a warm summer evening, creating bonds and moments that last a lifetime. Whether enjoyed alone or with loved ones, the delight in sweet magic is a shared experience. It connects us to our past, our present, and even provides a glimpse into the future. The possibilities are endless, as the world of sweets offers a never-ending array of flavors, textures, and combinations to explore. So, let us embrace the enchantment of sweets. Let us revel in the joy they bring and savor each delicious moment. For in this world of uncertainty, the magic of sweets is a reminder of the simple pleasures in life and a source of everlasting delight..
Reviews for "Unlocking the Sweet Magic Within: Finding Inspiration for Creativity"
1. John - 1/5 - I was so disappointed with "Delight in sweet magic." The storyline was predictable and the characters lacked depth. The magical elements felt forced and didn't add anything meaningful to the narrative. The writing style was also lackluster and didn't engage me as a reader. Overall, I found it to be a tedious and forgettable read.
2. Sarah - 2/5 - "Delight in sweet magic" fell short of my expectations. While it had great potential with its magical theme, the execution was poor. The pacing was slow, and the plot felt disjointed. The main character lacked development, and the romance subplot was extremely cliché. The world-building was also unclear, leaving me confused about the magical rules and imagery. Unfortunately, this book didn't live up to the hype for me.
3. Anna - 3/5 - I didn't hate "Delight in sweet magic," but I also didn't particularly enjoy it. The writing style was decent, but the story lacked originality. The characters were one-dimensional and didn't evoke any strong emotions in me. The romance felt forced and unrealistic. Overall, it was a mediocre read that didn't leave a lasting impression. I wouldn't recommend it to others.