About the book
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The content of the book includes literary texts and thoughts that describe a woman’s loving emotion and the sincerity of her feelings in situations of confession, dialogue, anger, absence, and memories, in sophisticated language and a style that respects the reader’s taste and thought, to confirm that love is a need, life, an outlet, and the beauty of the soul.
It is a book written by a woman... expressing a woman's feelings... for a man's heart to read.
January 2018
What I chose was based on a combination of personal taste and conviction - which sought to be objective as much as possible - that these examples are worthy of introducing the wide reader to Adwan’s poetic personality. What also requires clarification is that the selection of poems over others was subject to a specific technical factor: that is, the replacement of long poems in favor of medium or short ones, in order to make room for the largest possible number of texts expressing the experience, and in a way that is proportionate to the proposed size of the selections.
Hopefully, these selections will succeed in recalling a lofty poetic stature, represented by “the free son of life,” “the one who exalts himself upon condescension,” bending “with the discipline of a soldier before a spike,” looking “sad and angry, at the perforated shoes of the poor,” biased “to her path filled with the dust of honor.” "; As Mahmoud Darwish expressed in his eulogy for Adwan.
The poetry of Sheikh Sultan bin Salem Al Qasimi was a directed speech, a documented history, a drawing with words, pure emotion, and mature thought. His poetry was visions of light and a lamp in a niche. It deserves to be read, studied, and followed, especially since it depicts an era in which reading and writing became scarce.
Where poetry is water, a cloud of perfume and rain, circling around the playing fields and the hum of things, only the poem is, when the poet’s soul is present, and his eternal, shortened yearning is present at the dock of wishes and the nooks of words. The moment of poetry is the poet’s feeling and pulse, his dream, and his vast, generous imaginations, a moment. The growing love, spreading the light within us, as if quenching a thirst.
Poetry is imagination, and perhaps a supplication creeps from behind words to make a supplication and weave a story. True poetry is us with all the beauty we carry and the feelings we harbor. It is something that flows like magic, making the moon rise.
The poem is some words that express us, and they may not express us, they leave us with pain and fatigue, as if the alphabet in its hidden secret refuses to be us/us, to become strangers to us. Here is an attempt to translate the self, and another attempt to express the other in some way, which may make him one of those whom the words here draw. .
In this literary work, I, you, and them, let us read with love, color the sky with joy, and follow the words.
