This collection includes a collection of sentimental poems that translate and embody reality, feelings, and events that I lived and were influenced by, so I recorded them in poetry. As for “The Secret of Love,” the name of the main poem of this collection, it is an emotional human experience that I was affected by and in which I shared with other people.. The Secret of Love is a title. It exudes rich connotations, as love remains the secret of hearts. Its sources are pure and pure humanity, and its meanings are higher than all calculations.
The secret of love is its emphasis on the human dimension of emotional relationships with great connotations. The collection tried to translate it with its poems through the images, ideas, and vocabulary it included.
If these poems are able to further build bridges of love or spread some of the sweetness of their meanings, then they have reached their destination and achieved success.
Before concluding my speech, I extend my heartfelt thanks to my honorable brother and friend, the poet Rashid Sharar, for his valuable introduction and review of the collection. And God is the Grantor of success.
Sharjah, November 17, 2013 AD
Faisal bin Sultan bin Salem Al Qasimi
A journey in aromas
Alone on Baraway Island, Ingrid lives after everyone has left, roaming the ruins, repairing what can be repaired, and catching fish and bodies that wash up on the island's shores. The young woman struggles to hide a big secret that could put her in danger, as the country witnesses the final months of World War II.
In this novel, Roy Jacobsen completes the story of Barawe Island, which began with "The Invisibles", with his delicate narration, natural images, and brief sentences that hide the truest and hottest feelings behind them.
“White Sea” is a novel about new beginnings that make their way from the ashes of a devastating war, about friendships and love, the faces of those passing by and the dead, and about people who remain where they are in the face of war, bidding farewell to the departed and receiving those returning, and monitoring the passing of days and the succession of seasons.
They themselves
Those on whom the plane threw its deadly gifts were waving to it when they were children.
They pray for rain
And they die of thirst.
* * *
You are additional scarecrows for the birds
You guard the wheat
And you frighten the birds that seek to sit
No chrome theft!
You guard the wheat
My brothers
But you go to sleep hungry...
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.
