* Master SamHoustn***

Born in the beautiful month of September, early the morning of the 16th day of 1959.

Growing up in the desert of tripoli in the country of Arabia, raised by his grandfather.. he thrived on a love of politics and reading.

born with the heart and soul of  the *truest* of Masters, is SamHoustn... this is a brief bio of his life growing up in the desert of tripoli, my love and respect to you always, Master SamHoustn.. "the miles pass more swiftly, taken in a joyous stride, and all the world seems brighter when friends walk by your side"....
                                                   tiara^

       Raised by his grandfather, a dark and handsome man, rough but gentle, commanding, yet understanding.. their history written upon his face, growing up with him being the best thing to ever happen.
       His strong hand holding the tiny hand of a boy, who felt the cane of his grandfather as he tried so hard to emulate him, the way he walked, and dressed.. feeling the gentle touch of his hand upon a boys cheek, or the roughness of the Master correcting the little one, memories of a man that will be cherished forever.

        Being raised in the desert, ah yes the desert, it can be ones enemy, or ones best friend... treated with care she will yield many secrets, every sand dune, and every grain of sand has a story to tell, patience is what the desert teaches.
         The shifting sands, the moving sand dunes, and yes the storms, such transformations the desert has in the spring and winter, leaving one standing in disbelief, breathtaking it's beauty, yet at times being so harsh.. to travel the desert, to pitch your Abiaha on the sand at night, laying on your back looking into the clear sky, seeing all the stars created by your creator shinning brightly.
         Nights in the desert can be the most wonderful time, the warmth of the fire, the hot Arabian coffee, the sword dance performed by warrior and tribesman, the soothing sounds of the rababa and the flute played by the herdsman. The elders telling tales of raiding other tribes, conquering and enslaving.. "ah Yes, the desert, how beautiful and harsh it can be.

        Speaking His words about *His* mother....
"My mother, goddess in human form, the Most important Women in my life, the apple of my eye. The comfort and stable factor in my life, the one and only woman who was always there, in good times, and bad, always making everything alright.. What can I tell you about her? nothing I could write would ever do her justice.. the woman that bore eleven children, the many things she taught us. What is mostly remembered, the one thing she instilled in me.. "keep your words short and sweet, you never know when you will eat them, and never burn bridges, or act in anger.

        The most important thing to Him...
"Family is the most important thing to me, to be loved, and in love.. to be in love is to complete me, and yes, I am in love. One day, maybe a few years from now, I would like to have a family, three children would be perfect, if it does not happen, I will be just as happy being with her..

        hejda, with you I am at peace, I am happy, and I am complete!

words to those who seek this lifestyle...