Longing has led me to you, the entirety of my world,
A stream of words in your love is scarce…
The critics blame me for you,
Ignore their blame, oh date of the palm tree.
They don’t know who you are,
Who I am, and what the evidence is…
I was not a fanatic,
But in your love, I
Mohammed Abdullah Al Breiki, director of Sharjah's House of Poetry, was keen to accept the invitation to participate in the celebration held in Baghdad, the capital of Iraq, on the occasion of the centennial of the birth of Nazik Al-Malaika, a pioneer of modern poetry in our Arab world. His participation on the first day of the
I drew you among the lines of my hands
You became my tomorrow
You became a daylight to my sun
And you became a prayer for myself
And you became the conscience of the seas
I love you…
Telephone booths and buildings ask about us
And the twinkle of a star on a clear night
I love you…
Footsteps ask about us
And a
In the folds of the Fascist era in the 1930s, Italian businessman and Minister of Finance, Giuseppe Volpi, proposed to Mussolini the launch of an international film festival in the charming city of Venice.
Indeed, the history of this great festival is marked with pages that immortalize it as the oldest global film festival known to
They came from behind the wail of the sea
They gathered around the sandy table
And I sip the tenth cup
And the street embraces the black asphalt
And the sun hovers over the casino glass
The sun will not reach my dreams with cold extremities
They came like a kidnapper
They took the "poet" from me
I became
