People wanted to escape the void
They built big cities
They became gears, hammers, bags and hats.
...
City people wanted to return to nature
When their bones were broken
They filled their balconies with flowers and trellises
They raised cats and dogs in homes.
...
They made the cities fortified and walled
It is surrounded by soldiers and guarded by aircraft.
...
When wars break out
Balcony roses will still survive
Battles rage in the mountains of the villages.
...
Peasants, harvesters and truck drivers will die
But the crops
It will still flow onto store shelves.
Rubaiyat bin Qalala.
Poetry is sweet words that nourish the heart and conscience of those with good taste. I present to you some verses.
If time had been long, it would not have forgotten you
May my heart be kind and may you make it happy
For years of my life I have been giving you
And in the middle of the heart you have the most beautiful treasures
If the nights keep you away, I will be afraid
The path of your connection, my thought, I am chanting it
I stayed up all night, my dear, and wrote about you
Express my feeling with the most beautiful word
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It includes more than 45 poems, in which the poet’s life experiences were embodied, and in which her feelings and feelings were revealed in all their details. In some of them, she expressed situations and events that she lived and experienced herself, and in others she interacted with the stories of others that touched her feelings, so that the product was this unique collection with its own color and poetic language. Distinctive, innovative style that is far from stereotypical.
Years have passed since his absence, and Mamdouh Adwan had more. But death was no longer with him.
What has not been published before. We collect it today in this book.
Mamdouh Adwan left a file on his computer containing completed poems that he had prepared for publication, and other poems that he called incomplete poems.
Mamdouh did not give a title to the file. But he left it under the name (A Poet's Job).
(A Leap in the Air) is the title of a book that Mamdouh Adwan had prepared for publication.
But death forced him to complete this collection. Therefore, we at Dar Mamdouh Adwan decided to collect the poems that he wanted to publish and add to them some of the missing poems. Let us present to the reader some of his completed poems that have not been published, and other poems that he did not complete, but are open to the possibility of completion.
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.
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