Monday, July 07, 2014

~Adnan~


Have you ever been handed over a baby and was given a task to take care of it at young age. Well 20 for me was young age and there I was an assistant teacher in Al Noor Centre for children with Disability.

There he was glittering eyes angelic face , tiny body with of weight of a leaf. So tiny in size, his body age was 1 year child. He was 7 years old. That is Adnan when he arrived the first time at school a child with cerebral palsy. He was born with a physical disability, all I knew back then Adnan has physical disability that you could not even put him in a wheelchair. His bone were so stiff and the first day with his posture he was kept on mattress as at the time no special chair was available for him.

I thought to myself when I saw him what can we do with Adnan yes it was a special class for children of various disability but we had most the children where mental disability. Most of the kids were physically able kids who go out and play. Adanan we could not put him in wheel chair. He also could not be tested on the level of his mental disability. Adnan came from a very modest Pakistani family and it was first time ever for him to be sent to special school.

His mother insisted that Adanan needs to be accepted in school, she insisted that he is far off better than any child in the class  in terms of mental alertness.  We as teachers we had doubts what can be done with child who do not have no sort of communication. However out of persistence of his mother Adan was accepted for few week in the class.
First day, he was only approached to be taken care in terms of food, changed his diapers.  Then 2nd day we had a visit of physiotherapist. There was a new door opened, Adan can have a special chair looks like baby car chair that can be used during class.  Adnan will able to participate in class.    3 days the mother came, she insisted that Adnan communicate through his eyes, she pleaded us to speak to him and watch his eyes.      
That was a miracle for me, Adnan was able to talk to us through his eyes and mouth. He does not produce any sort of sound but he uses his eyes to say no and open his mouth to say yes. That had opened many doors to work with him and with the chair he was so happy to take part even as little as possible.

The best moment for me with Adnan during first day in Rmadhan with Adnan with us, there his food was packed for him as usual. Adan on break time not his usual self refused to eat his food. No one knew why the reason, then out of curiosity I asked him if he is fasting and amazingly the answer was yes..

I’m wondering where is Adnan now, but wherever he is: Thank you Adnan you had taught me best lessons of life. True happiness, begin with just little things, as child you were aware others are playing and you are not able to take part but still you had great smile by just being there to watch other kids play. Thank you for your radiant smile, you were my greatest role model for reminding me that whatever bad it is I can keep on smiling…  


Nasra Al Adawi 2014 

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Monday, June 23, 2014

Clenched

The pain is tangled
Clenched so tight
Releasing is a dream
This pain resists
Dwelling within pettiness
Yet to unlet go
Takes hands of your soul
To safely untie
What once has been forgotten
Simple Happiness

When Literature Heals: Nasra Al Adawi’s

Book Review When Literature Heals: Nasra Al Adawi’s Brave Faces Nasra Al Adawi, Brave Faces: The Daring Stand Against Cancer. Muscat: Oman Printers, 2007. Unlike many writers who define literary creativity as a mere outlet for détente and self-indulgence, or perhaps an escape from the self and its unbearable limitations and frustrations, Nasra Al Adawi, an emerging poet from the Sultanate of Oman, can be confidently ranked among engaged writers who use their literary talent as a vehicle for altruistic expression and as an effective inspirational conduit for reaching out to those who need writing for its healing and “debrutalizing” power. She conceives of the act of writing as complementary therapy, by no means a substitute for mainstream medical treatment—a healing force that should not be ignored in dealing particularly with cancer patients. Al Adawi’s Brave Faces: The Daring Stand Against Cancer is a welcome addition to a literature that transcends generic fixity and the clichés of academic exigency, embracing universal values which cancer patients share irrespective of their geographical, ideological, cultural, and linguistic differences. In addition to its remarkable and commanding poetical sensibility, Al Adawi’s work proves that writing is a unifying agent, a rare accomplishment in a fast disintegrating world that pays little attention to spiritual values. Despite the adversity and agony of suffering, the poet proves that writing is capable of bringing her subjects together, thus empowering them against ailment and a life fraught with angst and despair. Brave Faces is a collection of poems of survival and hope corroborated by a few prosaic statements from experts in the medical field, political figures, and cancer patients, thus reinforcing the work’s central thesis that the essence of life is both physical and spiritual. The idea of the collection is inspired by two equally significant components: the mother’s “womb and breast milk” and the faith, courage, and hope which are inextricably linked to womanhood. In achieving her aims in the book, Al Adawi is primarily helped by the fact that she is a woman writing about other women and also by her keenness and familiarity with the terrain she is exploring, i.e. the uncanny disease she is endeavoring to understand. In fact, the women she converses with in the hospitals do not merely appear as patients but rather as close friends with whom the author/visitor/healer shares values that language per se fails to articulate convincingly. As a matter of fact, the gender factor, notwithstanding its sensitivity and ideological dimensions in the overall context of writing, does really matter here as Al Adawi explores the relationship between femininity and pain. One should also note the cohesive and smooth interplay of gender and language in the poems at the level of diction and the metaphorical associations of words. For instance, in the poem “Bosom Buddies” Rebecca Musi, a South African breast cancer survivor, resorts to an apostrophic feat to depict how the sufferer comes to terms with the disease, eventually becoming more resilient: Breast cancer you have caused me to fight and flight Breast cancer you clouded my vision with your venom Breast cancer you have turned me from hero to zero Breast cancer you took away my courage and gave me confusion But now no more, no more The Bosom Buddies Chuchumakgala stopped and picked me up Bosom Buddies understands a silent cry of a woman in distress and cries with her Bosom Buddies knows how to use her smile and charm with a frightened husband or child Bosom Buddies has been through thick and thin and walked back again the same route with a friend who needs her Now I have a vision Now I am a hero Now I am courageous Now I am not afraid I have conquered Now I am a victor
In this poem, the speaker opts for a confrontational, defiant style and tone to prove her resilience and bravery in dealing with her fate. While admitting the devastating physical erosion caused by the disease, she does not allow herself to succumb to it. She has a “vision,” a powerful stimulus that makes courage and perseverance possible. Unlike ordinary people, the speaker/patient sees in physical pain a challenge that should be overcome through valor and self-assertion. Though the subject matter depicted in Brave Faces might appear grim, given the agonizing, excruciating, and stigmatizing reality of cancer and its social and cultural implications, especially in developing countries, Al Adawi’s poetry demythologizes the disease, particularly the endemic stereotypical beliefs associated with cancer among patients and society at large. In many respects, the poems help reinstate the sense of humanity to the cancer patients by recognizing their valor and stoicism and, as a token of philanthropy and compassion, by offering them “ribbons of strength”—literally and metaphorically. Visiting patients in a Tanzanian hospital, the poet felt humbled and delighted on account of their positive response to the pink ribbons she offered them. Running out of gifts, she had initially thought the pink ribbons would be inappropriate only to discover the delight and gratitude of the patients who appreciated the caring faces. Brave Faces is written in Swahili as well as in English, which helps the poet communicate with readers from East Africa and beyond, making sure her readers/subjects who are not proficient in the English language are not excluded. The Swahili version of Nyuso Jasiri: Msimamo Shupavu Dhidi Ya Saratani reinforces spontaneity as a merit in poetical composition. It can also be considered an empowerment tool and a tribute to the very women—many of whom do not master English—whose testimonies form the crux of the book. Inspiring and illuminating, these testimonies provide Al Adawi with an impetus to learn about cancer. In writing the book, she sought the advice of medical experts in the field of oncology in order to first understand the rudiments of the disease and then to corroborate her impressions and those of the brave women who inspired the author and whose conditions she witnessed in Tanzania. Moreover, she acknowledges the input of the patients themselves in the making of the collection, finding in their testimonies both grace and admiration. “Brave Faces,” she writes, “is nothing less than the collective work of many hands; and as you turn the pages of this book, know that each page represents a fingerprint of those helping hands offered so lovingly.” Immersing oneself in poetics and aesthetics should not make us oblivious to plain factuality. Al Adawi’s journey to Tanzania is both a quest for the “potion” and a desire to come to grips with the uncanny world of disease as inspired by her family experience, particularly the loss of her father to cancer: “Going back to Tanzania opened some of the old doors of agony stemming from the time of my father’s death. All this still plagues me.” The journey seems also like a homecoming for Al Adawi who is deeply rooted in Tanzania and who is lauded for having kept the country of origin “within [her] mind.” So, basically the physical journey served as a platform for the metaphorical one, i.e. the journey within. In fact, one of the poems in the collection, entitled “The Journeys,” reflects the poet’s desire to embrace the inner self, to unleash its repressed whims and constraints and eventually conquer the world from within—that which makes the smile possible and empowers the poet to “face life.” It is interesting to note that the journey motif becomes the collection’s main raison d’être. Besides reflecting the travails and painful memories associated with the undertaking, such words as “route,” “path,” and “direction” betray that sense of inexorable determination and longing of the traveler to dig and explore, to break through and demystify. After all, it is the indefatigable persistence of the poet-explorer that stimulates the patient’s stoical resistance and the yearning for life and hope. Dr. Jamal En-nehas Assistant Professor of English Department of English Language and Literature College of Arts and Social Sciences Sultan Qaboos University

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

Broken ..

You found me
A broken wall
But I'm more than that
I'm a shattered heart
Still the hands thats pulls me down
Dedicated in demolishing my wall
But I'm still untouched
As my soul is higher than that 

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Amidst of soul breath

silence calling silence

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Pen Touch

Monday, March 10, 2014

SLEEP OR LIVE

Sunday, March 02, 2014

SOUL WORDS

Feel the music
Your soul words
Let it be heartbeats
Your absolute inner voice
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