As the countdown to 2024 starts, My mind takes a long look behind And wonders what wishes, surprises Are in store for 2025 that won’t stand Down to the tests of time.
I wish for a world of peace I wish for a world without violence, I wish for justice to prevail, I wish for family strength and unity, I wish for a world that’s compassionate and humane, I wish for honesty to triumph over lies, I wish that this society’s rules made sense, I wish, I wish, I wish…
Wishing for something and achieving Your goal are separate indeed, as Working hard drives you to attaining Your objective, while just wishing for it to lands In your lap will never happen!
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Thank you, administrators, for the accolade and your hard work.
Birth of Jesus
Mary had her contractions, Under the palm tree’s shade Where she wished for death’s havens To take away her struggles. She hears a voice, deep, as though Coming from beneath Telling her not to worry, her breath Will give birth To a prophet, Issa, Jesus, Whose conception, miraculous, Was thought adulterous, But, he, Issa, spoke A suckling babe, Another miracle, Telling believers to believe In GOD and His word, Bible, Quoran, Tora, to change the world Into one that’s compassionate, Forgiving, loving, giving, never late In listening, understanding that fate Is for the living to ensure That it’s done through His Teachings, forsaking sins That blacken the soul, hearts That need light to shine bright.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
As a lone yellowed leaf, I remain, Hanging precariously onto the branch, Looking onto the ground, where my vain Friends have all fallen while greenish, now, out of reach,
They lay on the fallow earth Blanketing it with their dried crunch, As passerby ignore their presence ignoring the cloth That beautified nature, as they stomp them in a bunch.
Lonely, alone, my tears fall unnoticed As I try to mourn all I’ve lost: Friends whose radiance has died, Family whose love has extinguished and thrust
Me, alone, in an unforgiving world, Where what once was is easily forgotten, While all those empty voices rise in a cold Empty entourage who’s lost compassion and been
Swamped with the material world, Living in solitary confinement, On a schedule that bind More then prison bars in an accoutrement
To integration in a society, powerless To make a change in their community As technology and self-isolation progress Towards being captivated by superficiality
Of surviving rather than living In faith, hope, their power and force, Naturally protect believers in believing In the existence of hope and communal peace.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Thank you, administrators, for the accolade and your hard work.
Wish for Peace
Shooting stars streak into the darkened sky, The child sees the streak of light and wishes on it to fly. Deafening silence is followed by bombings. Try… As they might by explosions of a deathly Reign that attempt to hide deception vainly.
As time flows, the adult child now has the same experience In explosions and debris leading to fear, That shakes my protective nature for my children in dance. The flowing steps of which are a journey to independence …
Bombs, missiles, guns, rifles, tanks, drones, So many more tools of today and of yore Have been used to claim land that is not your. We fight the other, who fights underhandedely,
By pitting family and kin on opposing sides, Corrupting those in power, fueling their zeal For even greater superiority on those weaker. Fowler measures are taken and the torturer
Brings blood to the fore, enjoying his demonic Need for supremacy over those only praying For survival, peace, health, and prosperity.
What cleanses the masochist’s need for power, Striving to worsen the pain for all, in order To hold down the fort on the throne of the prevailer Who siphons the people’s money for him to be wealthier.
When will we break this cycle of corruption, Starvation, enslavement, fraud, degradation, And immortality? Where does the negation Of super powers leave us? In constant vibration
Not knowing where the next blow will drop from, Nor what lifestyle will be adopted in th coming storm. Living in th ‘twilight zone ‘ is very unnerving, People live on stress and adapting.
This poem is also in the print magazine, Petal Projections issue 8.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
The recitation was amazing. As the poem is about peace in P@l3st1ne, and one of the administrators was wearing a shirt with watermelons on it, I asked what it represented. He said it was a symbol of resistance in G@z@. That was my context for my poem, and off I went …
I wish to thank Reem Rizk for creating the platform for us to share our vision of the world by bringing us together. I also want to thank my husband and children for their unwavering support of my writing, especially my eldest, Fida Chehab, my editor, and staunchest backer.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
The Petal Project has selected my poem, Wish for Peace, to be published in their issue 09 , and for me to present it at Society Clubhouse, Toronto, Tuesday, May 28, 2024. Hope to see some of you there to enjoy the show.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
On the start of this holy month, I want to wish everyone health, prosperity, and peace. Please keep in mind the people who are going through difficult times in your thoughts and prayers.
Exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, that’s available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
I hate being asked if all Muslims are terrorists. This question has been around for centuries now, and as yet, people haven’t been educated enough to realize that Muslims are a peaceful lot in general. The word, Muslim, means peace, which is indoctrinated within Muslims to be at peace within themselves and with their entourage. This means that they seek peace through their prayers and reading of the quoraan in order to learn and apply that peace in their lives.
Yes, there are some Muslim terrorists but those who kill indiscriminately women and children, in my eyes aren’t true Muslims, as Islam teaches us to honor our women, especially mothers under whose prayers and goodwill opens the gates of heaven. Therefore, I implore those with that question to do some research because that question hurts believers unbearably.
The fragile beauty of the dandelion In my hand, whose grip on land Dares you to eradicate its presence in Zion As it spreads through the wish for peace to lend
A hand to those in need of a blend Of peace in their days of suffering Without end. Wish for peace for them to send
Their children to schools With filled bellies of fresh food Sprinkled with life giving water that drools In honor of a wish for peace that stood
On the doorstep waiting, waiting Patiently for humanity’s response To help save those whose beliefs, never straying, Empowers their wish for peace
For a new generation without The need to revisit the trauma of today’s Dire escalations of genocides in a bout Of cataclysmic fear whose only wish is for peace.