Category Archives: Love

Poems and thoughts in times of war

Compiled between January and April The poetBlessed are the words for the words are makersBlessed is the music for the music is the soul of GodBlessed are our songs, our poems,Our sighs, our cries, our murmurs, Our lullabies, our prayers, our … Continue reading

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Thoughts on love and the Syrian revolution

  A Prayer Let love be greater than pain and the terror of suffering.  let it hold pain in its arms and sing it to sleep peacefully. Let love be mightier than hate. Let love softly softly breathe the kiss … Continue reading

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البلبل والوردة The Nightingale and the Rose

   ايها الناقوس رِنَ… رنَ… رنَ رنّم… رنّم… رنّم الا ان الرنة الضائعة هي الرنة .التي تقرع في قلبي   *لقد صار قلبي، لا، ليس قارة *وليس مرعى لغزلان وليس بيتا لاوثان أوكعبة طائف فلقد صار مجرّة وصار هذا الكون الذي … Continue reading

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The Rose and the Nightingale

Ring… Ring… Ring The bells do Toll Ding…ding…ding But the missing beat is the one  Ringing in my heart. My heart has become Not a continent,* Not the pasture of gazelles,** No, not a temple or a mosque or a … Continue reading

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They have already loved

 The poem below, above my poem, is a translation (my own) of the verses that appear in my work of art . They are by the great Arab philosopher and theologian, Mawlana Ibn Arabi, 1156- 1240.  My heart has now become recipient to all images As … Continue reading

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الحب والمدينة المعذبة Love made a garden ) Reblogged

The kingdom of death multiplies in Syria. I am choking with death. A friend reposted this image and poem of mine today on Facebook, therefore I decided to do the same and reblog my post. When death reigns love collects … Continue reading

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Out of the Chrysalis

Sometimes I close my eyes and try to  recollect the person I was before the coming of pain, before my life became an open register of suffering, not my own suffering but the suffering of others, which inevitably took on  … Continue reading

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سلام هي سلام هي حتى مطلع الفجر Peace be with Syria until the sun rises

I wrote this poem  as a prayer for peace to return to Syria and for love to save it. On the road of sorrows  Walk ye who have suffered all  Drag your weary feet my people In your bleeding multitudes, … Continue reading

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الحب والمدينة المعذبة Love made a garden

فوق المدينة المحطَمة المدينة التي تتساقط فوقها القنابل وتعبث فوق البيوت المشتعلة البيوت التي يرقد الاطفال فيها في احضان العدم وقف الحب في فضاء القيامة وصرخ ملتاعا اين الامهات لا امَهات اين الآباء لاآباء بل اين الاخوة والآخوات لااخوة ولا … Continue reading

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Love creates a garden in the graveyard

I do not know why the picture below, posted to Facebook, caught my imagination. Perhaps I saw a message in it:  while the terrible bombardment of Homs, the blitz of Homs, goes on, love recedes to the graveyards.  Love so tenderly and … Continue reading

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