أول شاعرة سعودية تُوقِع كتابها في مكتبة سعودية

رد: أول شاعرة سعودية تُوقِع كتابها في مكتبة سعودية

و من قصائدها بالإنجليزية .....

The Ambush"
A Poem By Nimah Ismail Nawwab
"


He watched the old movie unfold
The headcovered man bashing his van into a building
Nodding his head: 'Yes another one, they are terrorists'
The calm way he uttered those words
The look in his young eyes,
Made me ache.

For they had won,
Hands down they had won,
Ultimately they had won,
Their hollow victory turning the world upon itself.

Those demented fanatics have implanted the bitter seeds
Our young believing that terror is to stay
Their questioning self identity constant
Their questioning elements of society a fact,
Could I really answer?
Did I even want to answer?
No justification, no excuse can wipe,
Needless deaths, destruction of innocents,
Not a single life lost could be justified.

The land turned into a big gated occupied territory
The once-peaceful kingdom rent with shootouts,
As the tolerance of our peaceful spiritual beliefs
Is hijacked, twisted, used.

Power-hungry zealots
Misguided by the need for vengeance,
Vengeance against perceived,
Unacceptable ways of life,
Those whose hearts have been wiped clean,
Clean of the basic tolerance for fellow man
A tolerance making the religion thrive,
A spirit attracting billions to the faith,
All dashed on the rocks
In the surging ravaging river of hatred for the other.

As the very essence of our faith now stands in danger
Of this ambush from within,
Turning back upon them,
Derailing their intentions
As their hate colors their vision of the truth
That we are all, all, all
Sons and daughters of Adam
That the three faiths, our stay, our guide
Are interlinked, bonded forever
Sealed by The One
To spread their message of peace for human kind.

May 4, 2004

المصدر: الملتقى الجماهيري للشاعر محمد بن فطيس المري

The Streets of Makkah

The streets of Makkah,
Long bordered with tall, tall homes,
White-washed homes, wooden homes,
Built on every corner, mountain top, ridge,
On the valley floor of the sacred land.

Tall, tall homes,
Centuries old homes,
Studded with brown aged latticed windows,
Overlooking mysterious labyrinths, winding walkways,
Alleys echoing with the passage of sounds,
Voices of those long gone.

Voices of families, friends all known to one another,
Welcoming strangers from other lands,
Spending sheeshah-filled nights,
Quite nights, loud nights,
In the open on the dakkah,
Hours of tea drinking, hours of tales,
Brimming with told and untold stories,
Of past generations, present generations,
Held in the collective memory,
A memory retaining the glorious past,
Undeterred by the present.

* Sheeshah a water pipe used by men and women
** Dakkah a raised bench

توق

مايو 2005

الحرية
ما لهذه الروح
تسكننا
تجذبنا
تناجينا وتغرينا!

الحرية
أما آن لأفكاري
أن تحوم
وتجوب وتعبر صحاري الربع الخالي الشاسعة
وتسري وتجوس خلال الكهوف الغائرة؟

أما آن لصوتي أن ينطلق
صوت من لا صوت له
يكسر حاجز الصمت؟

أما آن لأفكاري المتسارعة
التي تعصف في دوامة لامتناهية
لتستقر وتنمو وتكتمل
في أرض الضياع والعقول الأسيرة؟

أما آن الأوان لروحي
لتحلق وتعلو
فوق سعفات النخيل المرفرفة؟

أما آن الأوان لقلبي وكياني
أن يتحررا
من كل ما حرّمه البشر؟


الشاعرة نعمة إسماعيل نواب
سليلة عائلة من العلماء هي الشاعرة نعمة إسماعيل نواب. قصائدها التي تتلون بين مواضيع المرأة، والحرية، وأحوال جيل الشاب في العالم العربي نشرت بكثافة على شبكة الإنترنت بلغة لا تخلو من لهجة الحب، والخسارة، والفرح البريء.

تعيش الشاعرة نواب مع زوجها وطفليهما في مدينة الظهران في السعودية.

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