About Me — Subhi Najar
The Alchemist of Words

The teacher asked the 10-year-old kid, “When you add the letters together, what will you get?”
“ words”
“ And when do you combine the words with each other?”
“I’ll get alchemy,” he said. The teacher thought the kid’s answer was inappropriate and the kid himself was too arrogant and boastful.
It was the singular “sin” of that kid to know that alchemy was converting cheap metals into gold and building something more complex from simple components. Thus, he saw composing sentences as an act of beauty and alchemy.

For a while, the teacher and classmates mocked him, calling him “the alchemist of words”. It was those who mistreated and bullied that kid who gave him the most precious gift ever. Without knowing, they planted in his brain and heart all the seeds of persistence required to deserve that precious name.
That kid was me, and I am still that kid.

I was born on a springy day at dawn. My Kurdish mother called me Subhi, which means man of the morning. I have been described as an early bird ever since.
In Damascus, I was born and there I attended three schools: life, beauty, and books.
The three versions of myself: The kid, the teenager, and the adult were busy with writing: poems, stories, diaries, and when not writing, thinking of metaphors.
When the Syrian war began in 2011, I had a successful career and a stable life, but like everyone, I had to receive my share of pain. Despite going through a lot and witnessing tremendous pain, war and pain itself were also great schools for me.
When I was out of the fields of jasmine of Damascus, I needed to end up in a country with a “culture” of flowers. No place was better than the land of tulips. After moving to the Netherlands, I had to re-establish my life from scratch. Time helped to cure some wounds although the scars are there though invisible mostly.
Life started to smile again and I finally found the secret of all secrets by crossing paths with the woman of my dreams. Like a storm, it just happened. That fantastic moment came late, but I believe beautiful things are worth the wait.
Throughout my life, in war and peace, under the sun of July or the rains of February, a notebook and a pen (or pencil) or/and my laptop have been always my best friends. I wrote in the past to enjoy and now I write to enjoy but also to survive and live.
Writing is a magnificent perfume bottle that you can enjoy personally as a writer and that is what I did for years. Eventually, I learned that the journey of perfume shouldn’t be limited to just writers. The words need to have their own journey to reach new spaces, ears, hearts, and souls.
Accordingly, the passion grows steadily and the dreams increase to turn all those experiences into sharable pages, stories, and even novels. This might come late, but I believe again beautiful things are worth the wait.

My life has been a product of spring, morning, pain, fire books, memories, and love. Over the years, I was busy and still trying to find that 10-year-old kid to whisper in his ears and tell him: “ Don't worry…. I share so many stories, I will write a lot, and more importantly, I feel increasingly an alchemist of words. This might come late, but I believe again beautiful things are worth the wait.”

Subhi Najar is an Alchemist of words, Little Prince, Public Speaker, storyteller, content Creator, and war survivor.
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