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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464932" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>‘Aywa’; Oh Yes: Iowa</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the Green Silky Carpet, <br>Bride of all brides, <br>Walk slowly and Proudly, <br>On the Green Carpet, <br>In a low voice, <br>I heard myself singing, <br>With trembling lips, <br>I was singing calmly, <br>After a year of continuous crying, <br>But I am no body's bride, <br>And I intend not to be so; <br>My bridegroom was pushed to go; <br>To leave this life a year ago, <br>To leave me dreaming<br>To continue the journey; <br>The road<br>All alone, <br>Just a week before our union<br>Could have taken place, <br>And I exclaimed: <br>‘How weird this life is’! ! <br>When the right man appeared, <br>He was forced to disappear, <br>Why? I really do not know! ! ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Finally, I learned how to keep<br>My expectations low, <br>Yet, I was chosen out of all<br>Visitors of the American Conciliate, <br>No body from those<br> Who licked the floor; <br>No one from those who compete; <br>For the Americans' love, <br>Was selected, <br>Yet I who said no<br>To their policy, <br>Was asked to go; <br>To be a member of Iowa's<br>Program for writing, <br>What? ! <br>The total death of DEMOCRACY<br>Is not yet complete? ! <br>Has its brain died, <br>But the heart <br>Is not yet! ! <br>It still beats, <br>Who knows? <br>I replied with a big 'NO', <br>I could not travel<br>All of this distance alone, <br>I asked myself what for? ! <br>They insisted…I yielded, <br>Arabic modesty, decency, <br>I felt shy for<br>They solved every problem<br>Every obstacle<br>That could make me<br>Hesitant to accept their offer; <br>To make me see Iowa; <br>To mingle with people there, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I consulted Fatma, <br>My former Egyptian instructor <br>And friend, <br>Whom I could keep<br>For many years, <br>Her words for me<br>Are far more precious<br>Than gold, <br>She studied in Iowa, <br>Her Ph. D was about Defoe<br>And Moll Flanders, <br>She once told me<br>‘People in Iowa<br>Are true liberal, ’<br>Though we differ<br>Every now and then, <br>This never touched<br>The essence of our two free spirits, <br>Nor our friendship, <br>She advised me to go, <br>Not to hesitate and to accept <br>The generous invitation; <br>Not to loose a chance<br>As such, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said to myself: <br>‘Nothing to loose anymore’.<br>A quarter of a century ago, <br>I wanted to study <br>For my M. A in Iowa, <br>But was accepted in Denver; <br>Life's ways with Nadia, <br>I chose a British supervisor<br>Who worked in Jeddah <br>Instead, <br>Much later I became a distant learner; <br>I chose Exeter, <br>As a temporary exit<br>Form the invisible cage<br>Of femininity in a man’s world, <br>My Ph. D thesis: <br>I s on Faith & liberty <br>And my models are<br>Arabic and British poetesses; <br>It is an important topic<br>To women as well as men, <br>In today’s confused world, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I’ m invited to talk <br>About women’s freedom, <br>And position in Islam; <br>By a woman priest in a Church! <br>She is doing what I did and said<br>In my poem: “ The Spiritual Link”; <br>Most people care for humanity, <br>But in politics…well<br>No comment.<br>Here I am hearing<br>Myself singing, <br>But still my voice is low, <br>Amazed from myself, <br>As the case always is, <br>I looked from the tiny window<br>Of the tiny airplane, <br>And I saw the natural GREEN CARPET<br>Down there with yellowish ending<br>Just like that of a velvet skirt, <br>Before, I was so sure<br>That America is not my 'cup of tea', <br>But now I am not that sure, <br>I have always liked the countryside; <br>To live in a place so green and wide, <br>And here I am in the midst<br>Of green hills, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I asked myself: what am I supposed to do? <br>Trying to investigate, <br>To dive into this mind; <br>Into this heart<br>Of mine, <br>I began to think; to ask<br>What made me sing in the first place, <br>And why was it this song<br>In particular? ! <br>Who is my new BRIDEGROOM, <br>Certainly not a human being, <br>To find a true mate is rare, <br>Life can not give me again<br>Another man who can<br>Share my spirituality...<br>My intellectuality, <br>In Vain, <br>Is it self fulfillment? <br>Well, I am done with that too, <br>Is it publishing my new book; <br>It is for and about him, <br>Well even this is not supposed<br>To make me sing, <br>I am far beyond happiness<br>Or sadness for simple things, <br>While I was still singing, <br>The airplane landed<br>In Cedar Rapids, <br>‘Aywa’; Oh Yes I like Iowa, <br>Yet my questions are still lingering<br>In the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(27 August(the beginning of the poem in airplane) -30 Sept.2005(The final touch on the poem) -The River Room Iowa House Hotel.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nadia+Abduljabbar">Nadia Abduljabbar</a><div class=q>
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Bride of all brides, 
Walk slowly and Proudly, 
On the Green Carpet, 
In a low voice, 
I heard myself singing, 
With trembling lips, 
I was singing calmly, 
After a year of continuous crying, 
But I am no body's bride, ..."></div>
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