The Battling Journey
How near seems the horizon
Yet the reality is
The horizon by far distant away
Just like my dream
To override the curling journey
In front of a steering wheel
Is by far so distant away
I still long to cross the journey
Battling many human laws
To be a Saudi Woman
Just driving in streets of my country
Copyright 2011 Nasra Al Adawi
Yet the reality is
The horizon by far distant away
Just like my dream
To override the curling journey
In front of a steering wheel
Is by far so distant away
I still long to cross the journey
Battling many human laws
To be a Saudi Woman
Just driving in streets of my country
Copyright 2011 Nasra Al Adawi
posted by iamnasra at 12:14 AM
3 Comments:
so different our lives, yet so similar is the journey, in distinct ways
it interests me to read this, Nasra...though in the literal sense driving is of no interest to me :)
wishes,
devika
I guess that you are home now.
What did you think of our land?
Now I wish I had gone to Louisville and let you drive my car around Kentucky!
this is a beautiful poem and sentiment, tinged with a sense of hope and melancholy.
driving is something that you can do in the u.s. when you turn 16 years old, male or female. the only people who cannot drive are the blind. we take so much for granted in this country, like something as simple as driving a car. and it is surely not a crime worthy of any punishment, in my opinion.
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