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Lana Nasser


Storyteller ... 
Writer, performing artist, workshop facilitator, dream-sailor, beeperson. An eco-feminist with a passion for language, mythology and Nature. Born and raised in Amman, she completed her higher education in the United States (BA Psychology; MA Consciousness and Dreams.) She is most known for her bilingual play "In the Lost and Found: حقيبه حمراء which landed her a playwrights' award and flew her to perform across the world. After that, she had several successes, but then committed a crime that made her a persona non-grata (curious?). She was rescued by a pirate that took her to the Netherlands .... to live on a boat of dreams... but the storm found them .... 
I could go on ... drawing a story on the canvas of my imagination. 

To sum it up... 
I wear mane hats and have many moods. 
My creative endeavours, persona's and sub-personalities you can find linked on my website: 
They include: 
ArabWomanTalking (on soundcloud and here) 
Bint Ibrahim (soundcloud)
Maskan.Aat (Instagram ... about the bees mainly) 
The Bees and Eye (Youtube)
Then there's Lana Nasser, or Lana I Nasser (There was even once a Lana Y Nasser ... but I'll keep that one a secret- for now.) I have to say that while lana is my 'writing' name and the one I was given ... I don't connect with it ...  Now to think of #Lananasser feels more like a tag name. So I'll start using it that wa, and till I find my real name ... I can handle Lana N - or L.Nasser ... or L.I.Nasser ... etc etc etc



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