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Nash Hasan arrived to the United States from the Middle East in 1978. He was 18-years of age when he left home and began attending Cooke County Community College in Gainesville, Texas

He moved to Oregon in 1979, to earn his B.S. Structural Eng degree in 1982; And-, returned back to Oregon in 1984, after working 2-years overseas, to earn his MBA/Eng Management degree in 1986.

Nash spent 23 years in Construction and Facility Management, 10 years conducting Management and Leadership training seminars, 12 years serving on various boards of non-profit professional organizations, and 1-year term serving as a Director on the Board of Directors of IFMA- Global.

In October 2006, he resigned his careers to dedicate his time and energy toward writing a book titled “Diamonds in the Rough – The Youth of America”. It’s a book of poems, addressing many of the Nightmares and Fears, Hopes and Dreams of many Young-Adults and Teens.

He wrote in this book in hopes of: First, increasing society’s awareness of the magnitude and seriousness of the issues on hand, Second, encouraging the youth to voice and bring their problems out to the open, and Third, inspiring the youth to take charge of their own lives.

Nash attributes much of his success to the compassion and the support he received from his friends and family in the Middle-East, Texas, and Oregon.

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::: Don - Till Dusk :::

I am tired
I am scared
I am about, to break

I don’t know,
For God’s sake,
How much of this sh*t
I can take

Exhausted and beat
Not making "Ends-Needs"
While having to compete
With all of the bullsh*t on the streets

I don’t want
Another, repeat
Of the same ill-treat
Getting captured
And released
Traumatizing
To say the least

Wondering,
If it’s my fate
Inheriting,
The life I hate
Or, if it was
Just the way
I was raised

Yeah,
Childhood,
Wasn’t great

Come,
To think of it
I hardly,
Remember it
But hey,
I at least
Had a place to sleep
And something to eat

Till those
Darkened years
Of my early teens
Having to endure
All I went through
Without,
A father near
Seeing him disappear
Without shedding a tear
Over the times,
I adored
Of the memories,
I thought
Would be dear,
To his heart
Leaving me, behind
Without remorse
Tore me up,
Of course
I guess,
It must’ve been
The divorce
Or, do you suppose,
It was my fault
For hanging on
Those dreams
Of my early
Childhood years?
Dawn till dusk
Took chances and risk
Hassling the streets
On my own feet
Till I was fifteen
Attempted, to retreat
From living indiscreet
To the world of deceit
Denied entry
Left me behind
To a harsh society
Shaping my reality
Molding
My personality
Into whom,
I’m today
Certain,
Of uncertainty
Just like many,
Who grew up
Daydreaming
Of a ball game
With dad, in the rain
Or, just coming home
To a mother
Who is a saint

Yeah,
I made my own
Share of mistakes
At home and school
With no one around
To set me straight
Or, help me through
What I did wrong

Only, ended up
Locked up
In my room
Living in exile
Each afternoon
Yeah, it’s true
It was dirty
Felt lonely
Trapped in
By sundown
But hey,
It was a room
Rent-free

I didn’t mind
The lockdown
Nor, roaming
The streets
I just
Didn’t care much
For living a life
In-between

Getting arrested
After,
Thanksgiving dinner
With my mother
Got me sick
To my stomach
If you know what I mean

Now,
That I’m locked in
I’m wondering,
When will I
Be out, again

Forgive me, please
My problems,
Aren’t unique
They’re inherently deep
In our society

Pardon me,
You ought to try and see
What life,
Is likely to be,
For someone like me
If you truly,
Care
About the future
Of your family

Truly Yours,
Donny

Written by: ~ Nash

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