If A Tragedy Falls
I love the way she brings out her prose…she let go …like this flower on this page had released the tears.. As for Amias she released her voice…LIP (living in poetry blogspot) had opened the curtains so we can get a glimse of Amias. Please click here to read the interview [ L I P ]
I'm hailed to her path
I walk following
The footsteps of her journey
I salute her courage
Without testing the colors of her pain
A pinch on the surface hurts me
How it feel to be dipped in pain
A glimpse of her life
Makes me cry
Yet I laugh towards the irony of life
I open a blank page
Scripting a precise sentences :
Amias you taught me that if a tragedy falls
let a strong woman to be created
©Nasra Al Adawi 2006
As for me in September 2005 I received an amazing gift from her. I saw myself in her eyes and words…I can't help it but present it over here:
Nasra (Al Adawi) AbdulRahman (Acrostic)
Native child of the universe, one
angelic spirit embracing others’ pain
servant to the cause of humanity
renowned for generosity to friends
always a winner, she perseveres
A mother’s hope, a soul in transition
lighting the path of those she loves
A jubilant spirit, a caring daughter
dances to the tunes of awareness
a voice leading the way out of the
wilderness of suffering, her heart
imbued with empathy, she gives
Amidst chaos and mayhem, she
bows not to the hopelessness of
death. Embracing life, she teaches
unification of people with nature
love and forgiveness is her sword
Righteousness her shield; she
answers the call to arms with
healing words that touches
many hearts and lift spirits
all over the world, she is one
never-ending voice of hope
© September 12, 2005 Amias
posted by iamnasra at 12:07 PM
10 Comments:
Beautiful as the warm late afternoon sunlight lilting in the forest trees before night holds them all in her arms.
Beautiful and inspirational. The picture I see is one of soft strength. I like it.
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I'm curious as to how you found me...
This post reminds me of a line I always liked from Wordsworth's Intimations ode: "the faith that looks through death." Not around it, not denying it, but through it...
Poignant tributes between two lovely souls.
Nasra,
You are what true humanity is all about.... hearts reaching out, joyously --- souls touching souls --- I am indeed honored, and yet again, I am at a lost for words to express my respect and gratitude to you for your kindness.
So I leave you words from the old ones, “sisterhood never dies, but it does hibernate from time to time.” You have awakened the true meaning of sisterhood, and I am blessed indeed!
Be blessed,
Amias
Nasra,
First of all, I thank you for your comments on my blog; I am glad you found it.
I will be hosting an online poetry carnival called The Ringing of the Bards on my blog starting tomorrow, and I would love it if you can participate by e-mailing me a link to a poem you've posted within the last 2 weeks by midnight Saturday. The e-mail is archmemory @ yahoo . com (make sure you remove the spaces).
I hope you get this in time.
Best,
Ashraf
Amen to your thoughts
A male sees
without eyes.
Muscled arms
make lies ..
(and yet a hope
within the scope,
tenderness lies.)
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