I am a freelance writer, poet, and novelist. Five of my books were written in Arabic and many of my English works have been published various cultural magazines in many international literary and cultural magazines around the globe such as: praxis Magazine , the gathering of tribes, credo Spoir, reach poetry, Otherwise Engaged literature and arts journal, cannon's mouth, Mediterranean poetry, The BeZine , spill words,Merak Magazine, poetry magazine, writers Resist, the Bosphorus Review Of Books, the Writer NewSletter, Call and Response Journal, Echoes Literary Magazine, Better Than Starbucks, Envision Arts, women of strength strong courage magazine, chorion review , the conclusion magazine, street light press.
I have 2 published books in English, collection poetry " for those who don't know chocolate" and a children book " the cocoa boy and other stories".
My English literary creative works have been translated into Spanish, Arabic, Hindi, and Kurdish.
Women Rights
don't try to introduce my skin to your skin cause such introduction doesn't let the light to get in don't try to prove me as your servant while starting my talking about the equality between women and men! don't try to teach me the art of life now and then cause my life is my life I am not your plastic woman
I am a free and clever idea traveling from south to north I am a free and clever idea seeking boldly for the truth
don't try to name me by your names unfortunately, I am not one of your games I am the eternity tale of Eve who spent her life, tries to think tries to believe and don't wrong me this is my essential battle to be! so, don't try to silence my voice as a fake reason to get rid of the noise! and don't wrong me this is my essential battle to be!
I am a woman with high ambition a poetic soul looking for full expression so, don't try to introduce my skin to your skin cause such introduction doesn't let the light to get in don't try to prove me as your servant while starting my talking about the equality between women and men!
we still live in the cave!
we live in the cave, me, my people and some funny creatures appear on the TV screen my family doesn't have any screens, but our neighbors have one they saw these creatures through it, they laugh every night, they laugh every breaking news when we hearing their laughter, we laugh too as polite followers who don't want to make their leaders disappointed
we live in the cave, nursing our mother nature milk, perfectly like a greedy newborn we have no idea If we love our cave or not? we have no food, no water but, our neighbors have. we hear the movement of their mouth every day, every night we absorb their voices while watering their body and then, we feel like " we did it, we ate, we drunk, also we had our shower."
we live in the cave, watching the shadows of ourselves here and there and if you ask me "did you ever feel bored?" I will automatically answer you I have no idea but, if my neighbors felt bored before my answer would be "yes" because as you know I and my people are their followers.
we live in the cave, trying to figure out our way throughout our neighbor's eye
they talk to us behind the ancient walls every year every year, they come and stop close our cave and order us to shut up our mouths cause that isn't fit the modern civilization age we are so polite followers to our leaders so, we did it, we shut up
we live in the cave, with no clothes, we all here are naked as the day that we are born but, that isn't matter because our neighbors have clothes they have many and they promised us that they will donate to us it is a grand prize for me and my people, isn't?
we live in the cave with no information keeping our blinders on our eyes trying our best to catch what the new from our neighbors station and they still laugh every night, every breaking news we also laugh too and when they laugh louder, we follow our leaders and when they laugh louder, we follow our neighbors but finally, after while of laughing, we started to cry!
To Be A Brilliant Woman in the third world!
to be a brilliant woman in the third world
you have to not be!
if you want the basic tips
kindly listen to me
put your mind in a box
be ready to say every moment “I agree”
announce your eternal silence
stop whirring like a curious bee
act like a bird in a cage
never dream of being free
don't consider obedience guilt
it is an honor getting down on your knees
and about your gifts
quite enough to know all the electrical appliances —
do you know about dishes and how to make tea?
nobody cares about gifts
it is not necessary, they are too wee
don’t try to laugh aloud
it is perfect to be a tree
and understand that argument is so dangerous
that the best a woman can do is flee!
to be a brilliant woman in the third world
you have to obey!
your family, your husband, your neighbor, your president
whoever he or she may be!
you have to stitch and cherish and nourish and never expect the chance to flourish!
you have to maintain silence
never crying whee!
when you succeed or if you finally see!
in the third world
all you have to be
is not be
nobody cares about your gifts
it’s enough to have a degree
in lessons of obedience
or cooking purée!
The street child
he packed bread for me and I don't know if he was or she cause the dusty face of street children always prevent the eye to see! he worked and worked so much until his face turned into red this kind of work is very harsh when hunger makes your bread! but he still a street child so he doesn't have any right only in selling his dream and sleep in the corners every night
Dear Mr.Indifferent
Dear Mr.Indifferent, Hello And my Warm Regards to you
I hope everything is going well and if you have sad news to tell please, tell!
cause as you know I have a thick skin and as you said if you are number one, I will be number ten!
so, Did you still upset? when you read accidentally " feminist?" did you still see that word equals "shit?" and don't wrong me I am a kind of women, the sky their limit
Dear Mr.Indifferent, How do you do? do you still insist I am here for the show? show of pretended protest who murmurs with the word "No?" Did I still annoy you? make you unpleasant? cause I began all my letters with "Dear Mr.Indifferent?" and sorry for my sense of humor you knew I am a feminist but, all the right with you to prove it is a rumor to reply as a scientist! to tell us why some minds couldn't accept the truth when it differs from heritage if it because they hate the truth? or because they hate thinking in different??
we are Aisha, Katherine, Elizabeth, and Rachel
we all washing the dishes cleaning the floor but, we still have big wishes then, our whisper turns into a roar! we all that girl who put her dream as a dear flower in her book we all the seekers who want to mean we are the breakers of the same rock!
we all washing the dishes stitching the clothes but, we have big wishes trying to find our "because"
We are Aisha, Katherine, Elizabeth, Rachel, and Lili We are those who described by you as dangerous creatures, as silly! pick your weapon as a fighter sign her upon all walls say: I am a woman /I have to enter the massive identities wars
We all showering under the tears of our grandmothers We are told by authorities sisters, not equal brothers!
you have to wait at the back yard until the men ending their game you have to celebrate your loss without protest/with no need to blame
We all cutting carrots with a smiley- dreamy face We all heard scary rumors about the future of our race but, we still hope of the grace yes, we still hope of the grace
