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Aisha’s Egypt: Where Old Ways Stay the Same

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Where Old Ways Stay The Same
 
Where old ways stay the same
There’s usually a good reason
Ways don’t tend to disappear
When shown appreciation
 
Love, good manners, and kind regard
Tend to wither with neglect
Seasons change and pass with time
Transitioning unchecked
 
Until no longer remembered
Until unneeded anymore
Until with unfamiliar face
Love slowly closes the door
 
 
© 2015 Aisha Abdelhamid
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Aisha’s Egypt: Duck Market Day

Aisha's Egypt: Duck Market Day

Duck Market Day
 
Carrying her duck perched high on her head
She’s walking her duck to the market
 
He pokes out his head to get a good look
Observing his fate, sitting patiently
 
He calmly enjoys the view from on high
While the ducks back home view his privileged life
 
As the lucky duck who gets to travel
Escaping the farm with the farmer’s wife
 
How smugly he smiles and proudly displays
His best behavior while riding her head
 
Ignorance is bliss even for a duck
Travelling the world in an orange basket
 
Carried on the head of a farmer’s wife
As she walks her duck to the market
 
This moment of fun will soon be over
Life changes like that, and soon life’s over
 
Someone will eat him for dinner tonight
He won’t return home with the farmer’s wife
 
Even lucky ducks living privileged lives
Travelling the world while riding high
 
May escape the farm with the farmer’s wife
But won’t escape fate when it’s dinnertime
 
 
© 2015 by Aisha Abdelhamid
 
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Poem: “Life Journey,” a Collaboration with Zara

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My Seagull Soul by Aisha Abdelhamid ©

Life Journey

No baggage allowed; no extra weight permitted
No provisions required by the soul embarking on that journey
How shall I survive, what shall I sacrifice?
I suddenly feel so heavy!

Come empty handed! Heavenly gifts await you beloved 
Throw away needs of body; seduce the heart to submission
A miraculous strength of truth unveils her presence
How lovers welcome your arrival! Adorned with intentions of righteousness

I am shy as a child in the light of truth’s lightness
Tremulously stepping forward in search of submission
Hands outstretched to cast off bad habits
My toes disappear with the release of each burden!

Sink into His Ocean of love; drown away each sorrow
Swim deeper for what tears hearts is its distance from home
A child fears of not such a journey my friend
Ignite the wings of love and return to His Court once again

© 2014 by Zara Hussain & Aisha Abdelhamid

What a pleasure to collaborate on a poem with my new blogging sister, Zara! If you already know her, you will surely not mind me expressing my deep appreciation for Zara’s incredible poetic eloquence, because I’m sure you feel it too!

And if you don’t yet know Zara, please allow me to introduce you to someone whose poetry will light your heart with a very special glow. In my quest to learn more about Rumi, I came across Zara’s website and fell in love, perhaps enchanted is an equally appropriate word, with her soul and with her poetry. I swear she writes with the Pen of Rumi, I am so impressed with her loving eloquence! You can imagine my great pleasure when Zara asked me to collaborate on a poem with her, what a deep honor! I am totally out of my league just standing beside her, barely able to untie my tongue, let alone compose a poem on her level. So, admitting this truth and asking her to guide me was the best approach I could imagine for our collaboration, and this forms the basis for our poem. Her guidance is brilliant, pointing me to the Brightest Star, in search of the Greatest Truth, by following the Best Way.

Please take a few extra moments to visit Zara and allow her poetic expression to caress you lovingly, her poetry is a virtual spa for the soul!


Life Journey (2014)

(via http://zar4h.wordpress.com)

No baggage allowed; no extra weight permitted
No provisions required by the soul embarking on that journey
How shall I survive, what shall I sacrifice?
I suddenly feel so heavy!

Come empty-handed! Heavenly gifts await you beloved
Throw away needs of body; seduce the heart to submission…

Please click here to read more of this poem on Zara’s website!

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Photo Poem: Brick And Mortar Outhouse

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Submitted to the Speakeasy Grid, week #151 at yeahwrite.me – This week the prompt is the sentence, “Life had once been defined by linears and absolutes,” to be used as the first line in the post, and some reference to be made to the photo “Water Well,” by Odon Czintos. Like to learn more? Click this logo to join us:

Photo Poem: “Oh Cairo2,” Photo 2 of 10

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Photo 2 of 10, "Oh Cairo, Chapter 2" Photo Poem

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Click to join in the fun at Bastet’s Pixelventures! This week we’re looking for something you felt inspired about, or felt inspired to create. Because this prompt coincides so perfectly with the second stanza of this poem, for my response to this week’s challenge I’m submitting this next photo in the series.

This photo is my view to the west, looking out my verandah windows. Every time I look out my windows and see I’m here in Egypt, I’m so thankful to my Creator! Words can hardly express my sense of inspiration and gratitude for all the mercy and blessings Allah has given me, alhamdulillah! (“Thank God!”)
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Poem: Notorious Little Girl

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NOTORIOUS LITTLE GIRL

Her parents are always telling her
what to do next
But their discouraging misguided
advice deflects
She receives their warnings as things to
challenge and test
She hates it when anyone tells her
what to do next

Her rebellious independence she
proudly protects
Her bravery victories over
all their protests
The confidence and fearlessness in
her face reflects
How she hates it when someone tells her
what to do next

All of her character flaws she once
asked them to list
In her rebellious nature which they
wanted to fix
Then she listened and attempted to
correct her step
But she found herself trapped some place where
she didn’t fit

It happened so often that she learned
not to listen
Nor repeat her mistake when on each
past occasion
Deluded into false direction
on false pretext
She waited for someone to tell her
what to do next

© Aisha Abdelhamid

Dedicated to Rumi’s poem, “Bewilderment,” which you can find on Karen’s blog here. I read her post with this poem a couple of weeks ago, and it burrowed itself into my brain. Since reading it, I recognize that I didn’t become Muslim without becoming “Notorious” to everyone around me. This week’s prompts reminded me of my rebellious youth, and riding this current train of thought, I recognize that Allah created me rebellious to prepare and strengthen me for my coming transformation! Masha’ Allah! (“God does what He wants!”)

from Bewilderment, by Rumi:
…Forget safety. Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation. Be notorious…
– Rumi

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Submitted to the Speakeasy Grid, week #150 at yeahwrite.me – This week the prompt is the sentence, “She waited for someone to tell her what to do next,” to be used as the last line in the post, and some reference to be made to the video by Future Shorts, “The Black Hole.” I referenced the final scene of this hilarious clip, where the man is trapped in the safe. Like to learn more? Click this logo to join us:

Photo Poem: “Oh Cairo2,” Photo 1 of 10

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Photo 1 of 10, "Oh Cairo, Chapter 2" Photo Poem


19 Feb – Updated!
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This app gives you all the control you need for applying text to an image, and it has a very easy to use interface that will get you smiling in no time! The first advantage of this app over so many others is it’s ability to handle whole paragraphs of text. Most apps, including the totally disappointing Adobe Photoshop Touch, only allow one line of text at a time. Also, Phonto never merges your text into the image, so it is always available to edit, even after saving. There is a huge variety of fonts, and you have total control over font size, fill color, stroke color, shadow effect/angle/color, line spacing, and text positioning. Every control is manipulated by finger slider and by “+” or “-” controls which are tapped. The smart people who created this app need to be congratulated for their genius, because Phonto is the wave of the future for touchscreen apps!
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Poem: “Don’t Blame The Sinner”

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The Chess Queens © Muriel Streeter

“DON’T BLAME THE SINNER”

“Don’t blame the sinner,”
I whisper to the Queen
Regal in her robe of white,
Her skin a pearly sheen.

“Don’t blame the sinner
If he gives himself to me
After he surrenders,”
I whisper quietly.

“Don’t blame the sinner,
Or fill your heart with hate,
Forgive him if he fails,
He didn’t write his fate.”

She turns her pale face
To watch a handsome horse
With a prancing gait
And cunning wayward course.

“Forgive his evil deed,”
I whisper one more time,
Not glancing at the steed
I dream of every night.

His protective wife
Is both pawn in my game
And distraction in my quest
To destroy his Royal Name.

My next sudden move
Fills her eyes with fright
As she cries to me,
“You’ll capture my White Knight?”

“Don’t blame your sister
For being a Black Queen –
I do not want your Knight,
I’m capturing your King!”

© 02/16/2014 by Aisha Abdelhamid

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Submitted to the Speakeasy Grid, week #149 at yeahwrite.me – This week the prompt is the sentence, “Don’t blame the sinner,” to be used as the first line in the post, and some reference to be made to the painting at the top of this page, titled, “The Chess Queens,” by Muriel Streeter. Like to learn more? Click this logo to join us:

Poem: No One Could Ever Know

NO ONE COULD EVER KNOW

No one could ever know
What happened here
No figment of our fantasy
Will ever reappear
To indicate our passage
Of time in cyberspace
That’s just an old computer
Useless, wasting space

But I flew with you like Lois Lane
Holding hands with Superman
I flirted with you like Scheherazade
Conversing with her Sultan
I rode with you like Princess Jasmine
On a carpet with Aladdin
I danced with you above the stars
In a moonlit corner of heaven

I counted with you the shooting stars
Showering us with light
I echoed your cry like a wolf on a mountain
As we traversed the night
I followed your call and trusted you
And you guided me to your shore
I found you true and I married you
And you carried me through your door

No one could ever know
What happened here
No figment of our fantasy
Will ever reappear
To indicate our passage
Of time in cyberspace
That’s just an old computer
Useless, wasting space

But the screen of your eyes
Still shines clear
In each pixel of light
Your loving words appear
Brightening the mischievous
Smile on your face
As you remember our fun
Flying in cyberspace

Dedicated to My Beloved Husband, Mohamed, may Allah grant us Paradise together!
© 02/09/2014 by Aisha Abdelhamid

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Submitted to the Speakeasy Grid, week #148 at yeahwrite.me – This week the prompt is the sentence, “No one could ever know what happened here,” to be used anywhere in the post, and some reference to be made to the song, “Counting Stars,” by OneRepublic. Like to learn more? Click this logo to join us:

Submitted April 15, 2015 to Crysta’s great blog, “Dancing with Fireflies” for her weekly challenge. This month the theme is Romance, and this week Crysta is asking for reviews of favorite books, or a romantic poem, meme, etc., so I think it’s a great opportunity to share this romantic poem about online dating that I wrote for my husband in memory of all those great times we had online before we actually “met” and married!

Join us at Crysta’s blog: http://fireflydance.net/2014/04/11/weekly-challenge/
See you there!
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Poem: “Damn Cold Day!”

“DAMN COLD DAY!”

“Damn cold day today!”
He entered on the attack.

“Indeed it is, Sir,
A very fine one, at that!”

Uninvited, unwelcome,
And lacking in tact,

“Your house looks like crap,”
He scowled and growled back.

“Indeed it is, Sir,
A very fine one at that!”

I faced him, smiling,
Never giving him my back.

He sneered at me boldly
And tried another tack,

Cursing like a sailor,
“That’s a damn ugly cat!”

“Indeed it is, Sir,
A very fine one at that!”

Unable to argue,
I watched his face turn black.

Disgusted and confused, he spit,
“I’ll be right back!”

“You’re welcome anytime, Sir,
Please do come back!”

I sat there and waited, but
He never came back.

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“Damn Cold Day!” © 1/26/2014 Aisha Abdelhamid

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Written and submitted for the Speakeasy Fiction Slam And Poetry Jam, Post #146. This week’s prompt is to be used as the last sentence: “I sat there and waited, but he never came back.” The video prompt to be referenced is “C is for Contrafibularity,“ and I referenced it by using the first two lines of the clip.

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