NEW Egyptian Dance & Self-Empowerment Private/Personalized Online Course by Joana Saahirah

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hand pointingWhat is it?

Egyptian Dance & Self-Empowerment is an Online Personalized/Private Course created and delivered by Joana Saahirah.

It´s a mix between Egyptian Dance Technique, Choreography, and Interpretation skills & Self-Discovery & Empowerment beyond the dance field.

It´s based on the premise that strong, self-confident, empowered women make strong, self-confident, empowered dancers. And vice-versa.


hand pointingFor whom?

For lovers of Egyptian Dance who also want to grow as human beings; for women who know they have something unique inside them that deserved to be expressed, shared with the world.

For dancers who are tired of empty, meaningless, competition oriented choreographies and are searching for REAL dance, REAL self-expression, REAL soul. In their dance, as in their life.


hand pointingWhat you will get from the course?

Ten private coaching sessions – each with 1 hour length – where you´ll receive an entire choreography  (Classical & Modern Egyptian Dance), dance technique, and a Personal Empowerment Program to awaken or/and strenghten your self-awareness & love.

You´ll have your own Facebook Secret Group where a direct contact with

Joana Saahirah will be kept from the beginning until the end of the course – loads of homework, extra/bonus material will be shared in this secret group, and feed-back will be shared in this group.

Your own Self-Empowerment Booklet delivered at the end of the course, an original manuscript created by Joana Saahirah for this special Private Course.


hand pointingHow does it work?

The 10 private/personalized sessions/classes are booked according to YOUR available time as well as Joana Saahirah´s agenda.

Homework & special challenges – on Egyptian Dance & Personal Growth – are shared between sessions/classes so you´re completely engaged and immersed in a journey which is both technical and personal.

The sessions/classes happen face to face with Joana Saahirah via Facebook Messenger or Skype.

The whole program will be adapted to YOU – your goals, your specific difficulties & strengths.

The available spots are LIMITED so – the first students to subscribe are the ones who can guarantee their course.


hand pointingJoana´s peculiar approach to Egyptian Dance & Self-Empowerment

After almost 8 years of a high-profile, extremely successful, pioneering career in Egypt, where she was also working as personal teaching & choreography assistant of Mahmoud Reda (aka the Father of Egyptian Folklore), Joana Saahirah traveled the whole world teaching, performing, and lecturing on Egyptian Oriental & Folkloric Dance.

She wrote and published her first book – “The Secrets of Egypt – Dance, Life & Beyond” – and wrote articles on Egyptian Dance & Self-Empowerment for various prestigious newspapers, magazines, and websites. Aside from writing, performing, teaching, and lecturing, Joana has creared “Joana Saahirah´s Online Dance School”, a NEW project which has already brought education and empowerment to hundreds of dancers from every corner of the globe.

Along the way, she observed and guided thousands of dancers of all levels – from beginners to the professionals you know and follow in the international “bellydance” market.

Her approach is holistic – it works body, mind, heart, and soul – and she unites Egyptian Dance technique & choreography with personal development tools that take dancers to higher levels of creativity, power, and success. In their dance, as in their life.


There´s a PROMOTIONAL/LAUNCHING price for this course VALID for subscriptions until the 15th December!

Ask us more about it, and about class scheduling possibilities, via email:







On the Gifts of Imperfection


On the Gifts of Imperfection
As an Egyptian Dance teacher, who knows teaching dance is also teaching selfawareness and love, I’ve witnessed signs of evolution, setbacks, moments of despair, hopelessness, boredom, strength and weakness, fear and courage, one step ahead and three steps back; trying, giving up, trying again; winning and losing and everything in between.
In Dance, as in Life, growth doesn’t happen in a straight line – it’s made of ups and downs, falling and rising, making mistakes and miracles; meetings, face to face, with our own darkness and with our own light.
Although we’re taught to celebrate the (false) idea of perfection – which really, and I mean really*, doesn’t exist -, the truth is we’re works in progress – always undone, thriving for a better version of ourselves, always building new houses upon an ancient house (our soul) which has long forgotten universal truths.
When we think we understood the rules of this Dance, Life takes the carpet off our feet and BAM 💣💥💢, we’re thrown into the beginner’s classroom, once more.
I say “Celebrate imperfection! Celebrate not knowing, the failure, the darkest meetings with ourselves and with others – there’s always a possibility of a flight after a fall.” Being human is, after all, the adventure of walking in unknown roads where we will, make no mistake, fall and bleed, hit rocks, rise and shine.
As long as we keep living, and learning from our mishaps, we’re perfect. We may move slowly as long as we keep moving forward.

Old veggies served at a 5 star Moroccan restaurant? I don´t think so.


The night was young and we, me and a group of friends, were ready to rock Marrakech.

We left our riad, a building with fresh corners, a courtyard, and birds which drank directly from our hands, hidden in the labyrinth of the old medina, towards the famous Jemaa el Fna.

Jemaa el Fna is that way, that way, that way! – Strangers would yell at us, pointing in the wrong direction. Invariably.

Morocco was new to me and, yet, it wasn´t. The Arabic Culture, the North of Africa, the Chaos & the Colorful Mysteries of Life have been the core of my life for too long. Normality, if it exists, is exotic to me. Madness & adventure aren´t.

We settled for dinner at a 5 star restaurant, half lit, warm, pretentious. Girls dressed as “bellydancers” were swirling around, shaking their tired, apathetic hips in our direction.

I ordered my usual “vegetarian tagine”. What I received was a plate – steaming & depressed – of old, heated, over-salted veggies. 

-Hey, sir. Can you please come here? – I called one of the waiters. 

-Yes, miss. – He approached our table, pulling his “tarboush” towards his legs.

-This plate is unacceptable. You´re cute, the restaurant is gorgeous, but these over-priced veggies are uneatable. They´re old, heated, and over-salted. Take them back, please.

My friends were surprised. The waiter was surprised. I think the “bellydancers” were surprised. I wasn´t.

Whenever I feel disrespected, I say it so. Respectfully, but assertively.

I was being overcharged for a plate of uneatable vegetables and there was no way I´d shut up – “don´t make waves, girl; don´t make waves! – mamma used to say” – and eat something that hadn´t been properly prepared.

I wasn´t upset. In fact, I joked with the waiter the whole evening; I accepted an apology dessert, and I laughed my heart out. But I didn´t pay for that tagine and I certainly didn´t eat it.

Self-respect is a sign of SELF-LOVE. Without SELF-LOVE there´s no love. No love for others, no love for what you do. No love at all. Period. Love, and respect, start with ourselves.

Whenever you´re served an old, heated, over-salted plate of veggies, remember to set the boundaries of what is acceptable and unacceptable for you, and don´t be afraid to make yourself respected.

It´s not a question of creating conflict, or being mean to others; it´s a question of justice, clarity, and evolution. For you. For everybody.


P.S: This was the only time I was served a lousy plate of food in Morocco.

Moroccan gastronomy is amazing and, if you´re a foodie, like me, you should try it.



Moroccan Vegetable Tagine


My Life is a Television Series


Image via Jadranka Tričković-Mohr

My feeling ALL-THE-TIME.
If anyone wants to feel amused, shocked, in awe, hopeful, in absolute despair and mind blown, ask me to tell you a bit, a tiny bit, of my life. Then you´ll know what a great story is.

People only see the tip of the iceberg, not imagining what´s beneath – how many blessings, inner search trips, struggles, obstacles, hard work and doubts run through me.

They ask me: what are you complaining about when you have the life most people can only dream of?

I never had a single thing handed down to me. Never. Everything I am, and achieved, was conquered with hard work, sacrifices and sweat. And I´m not here begging for a free ride but...well…wait…I kind of…am. I´ve earned it, man!

If Louise Hay, and all other Positive Thinking visionaries, are correct, I´ve been attracting the struggle and the need for hard work in order to achieve what I´ve conquered. Maybe they´re right; maybe not (who knows?).

I´d like to believe that, once my beliefs change, my reality changes accordingly. The fact is I´m a positive person who expects the best from people and life, in general; I focus on myself, and my life, and I refuse to harm a flie. Or myself, for that matter.

I know, and believe (those are different things: knowing and believing), I´m worthy and deserving of the best, smoothest ride, and yet my life experience often disagrees.

Fair enough: I enjoy a good amount of extraordinary people, and experiences, on a daily basis but, then again, I earn that reality. If I put positivity, creativity and love out there, why shouldn´t I receive the same back? Isn´t life a boomerang – you receive what you put out there?

And why are there jerks – and I mean devilish JERKS – who harm others, lie, offend, destroy and have a fabulous life?

I´ve materialized most of my dreams and, if I died today, I´d die a happy person. That´s true – it´s not all bad and, I repeat, you won´t see me complaining any time soon. But the weight I (also) carry on my back won´t shut up. Creeps keep creeping in – don´t you love the sound of that triple C-K-C? –  and no fruits fall from a tree I didn´t plant, water and worked on with my own, bleeding, exhausted hands. Which leaves me with the questions: where´s the reality that matches my positive thinking? If I´m doing my homework, sort of speak, correctly, where´s the reward?

Furthermore: can positive thinking avoid life´s darkest side?


Although I don´t play the victim and focus on the POSITIVE, dismissing the negative at all costs, the truth is life is constantly offering me a varied pallette of experiences, most of them quite challenging, many of them harsh enough to break the bones of any mentally healthy, strong human being. Independently of how much heart, and quality, I put into things, nothing comes easy. And I mean N-O-T-H-I-N-G. There are envy and hate patrols around me, enemies coming out of nowhere, unpleasant surprises and obstacles on every corner. I wonder why. And why not.

Is life supposed to be hard or simple?

Are we supposed to work hard for what we wish for or believe it will be handed to us without struggle?

Is the change of our beliefs enough to change our reality?

I wish I had the answers to those, and many others, questions. I don´t. Not yet. So I keep riding the waves, the best I can, and keep hoping for the best.

P.S: I´d just like to ask the screen writers to take it easy on the obstacles, the envy & haters patrols, and the disappointments. I´ve had my share, and then some, of those. Thank you.

*Food for Thought. Follow the link:

New Message from The Womb

This one is special. Well, every Message from The Womb is special to me but the theme I´m focusing on this one is a particular rock in the shoe. My shoe; probably your shoe.

I thought I got self-worth under my belt only to discover there´s road ahead – not too long, not too short – until I nail it.

Yallah! We got work to do ❤


” -You cannot have it all, darling! – They said. I repeated. We agreed. Everything was in its perfect place.

Even considering – secretly, silently – those dreams, inside my head, felt wrong: a guilty pleasure, an unforgiveable ambition, a challenge towards fate. I didn´t need to steal the fire from the gods, like Prometheus tried to do, in order to burn.

Those unspoken dreams became my victims – I killed them, night after night, in my sleep. I wouldn´t dare naming them out loud; God forbid!

-Some things are only accessible to others – don´t you know it, greedy girl? – The voices kept yelling at me.

Those voices, where do they come from?”

By Joana Saahirah II (piece from an unpublished article – to be released soon)
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