~My Pen~

You are magnificently made 
Every curve are thought of 
Nothing is left to coincidence
You are made for a person
Like me
So I can write with you 
Pour my thoughts or emotions 
Right then only holding you 
You will dance
Through touch of my fingers 
You are not because I need you 
My emotions can be poured 
Wihout you
Yet you complete what can
Be forgotten
Capturing moments 
Where they are memories 
No ways to maintain or last
You are the keep of my thoughts 
All written through you 
Yet you enable others
To feel my moments
Just maybe 
They can appreciate what am I 
Even to get closer to this person 
Or perhaps empathise 
With scattered emotions 
Yet.. you were no longer needed 
Not essential to my existence 
I can live without you 
For there were 
Other means pouring my heart
I can shade my tears distantly
With other means or other ways 
But it can be done anywhere 
Not matter how long I desert you
You constantly embrace me
Back
You personalise what I am 
And how I feel 
So when I'm back 
At this hand hold
You silently love me 
Just like old times
No conditions 
I hold you and begin 
Writing with you
In others eyes
This is not romance 
As always you move and dance 
Never denying me not even once 
I wonder why 
It took me that long 
To see you 
Penning my thoughts with you 
Was all I needed right then 
And even right now
No one would pen like you do 
For words that pour out
Simply are my words in you
If that's not love then what it is!

Copyright 2016 Nasra Al Adawi

~His Rose~

Think.. Think of a rose. Can you imagine it .Can you see what color is it? Can you feel the touch of it petals… Not many of us dislike roses.. in fact roses are symbol of beauty. Wouldn’t you think, that roses not only a symbol of beauty but it is symbol of love and appreciation to our other half.

When a man unites with his woman in marriage, its like acquiring a rose or he see his woman as pretty as the rose or prettier that a rose. That perception it can last.. Not just a year, it can be longer. Let us leave to husbands to give an answer to that.  The beginning is the marriage and it is for those of you who are still married out there. It is a spectacular journey; both husband and wife work on their relation constantly and being resilient. Some of us need to hold on our other half, so that marriage remains an iron poll. Some of us, we find ourselves in a shaky relation that a small stir of the water, can flip us out of the boat. 

My story is no different as a woman; I wanted to be the rose in his hand…to be cushioned softly in his hand. I wanted to be His Rose. I was so focused being a rose that did not pay attention that we were out there in that shaky boat and got tripped falling apart. I somehow made it to shore, but a different shore from him. Did not drown yet battered, through storms of separation. The ugly word is divorce.  

That was our life and now separates lives, had fallen.. Petals shattered. Picking petals may be easy but no one can glue torn petals. The reality stared at me that no one can amend a shredded life and I’m no longer His Rose within his cushioned hands.

The beauty of rose, that it is plucked from a plant. The plant still grows…Our soul is just like a plant. One day it striked me, that one phase of that piece of rose needs to be thrown. Yet, just like a plant, we begin again a new journey, learning to grow. So growing little by little of being on my own, and faith was the sunlight. No matter how small is the plant, it can only reach out to the light.  I felt the blessing of God little by little pouring in me, to gain energy to grow. My family, kids and friend were the nourishing water to continue the journey to grow.

As I stand here witnessing my own growth, it became crystal clear that I can only be myself and blossoming being me. Neither his nor anyone’s rose, I stand here right before you being in myself skin plainly a rose of my own.         

 
For all of you out there, let us be truthful to our wives and our girls. That she is a rose of her own not her father’s rose not her husband’s rose. She can only blossom by herself, so when that hands of yours due to anything disappears. She will still stand by herself continue the journey on her own.

copyright 2015 Nasra Al Adawi