Princess Dr. Narzine Bani Hashem, a Lebanon-born poetess, shares her poem depicting the death and destruction caused by war in Middle East   

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Princess Dr. Narzine Bani Hashem, born in Lebanon, graduated in Political Science, and has a doctorate as well in Economics. Besides being an entrepreneur and owner of certain trade companies, she is a poet, writer, screenwriter and television producer. She is also the Director of the Al-Nukhba weekly, and the founder and Chairman of the Board of Directors of the International Federation for Peace. She is also the Founder and Chairman of the Board of Directors of the Union of Arab Elite Creators. She is also the Founder and President of the World Federation and the Book Administration and the President of the International Federation of Hashemite Lords. Dr. Narzine Bani Hashem, was offered an honorary doctorate degree with distinction for her effective contribution to the advancement of Arab culture and spreading of peace, the values of tolerance, peaceful coexistence and brotherhood among the peoples of the world without discrimination.

CROUCHING FIRE

 The light will shine

 Between the bars

 Dusk dungeon,

 The curtain of captivity will be torn,

 As if from a lamp

 Other than the stars,

 A winged breeze of a dream

 Sometimes it is permissible

 And sometimes it is impossible,

 Time gives birth to days

 They don’t resemble each other,

 As if this universe,

 He no longer needs us,

 The streets were filled

 With broken faces,

 And frowning souls,

 The past was living in the present

 With the flavor of tender hope,

 And today it is falling

 Moans and moans

 On the edge of the universe

 And the edge of galaxies

 We all look out

 From one balcony

 And we watch life

 And our silence is falling

 From the gate of a large prison

 It brings us together without borders

 And our faded moon

 He touches the roses

 There is no peace for us today

 Only after crossing

 All fronts

 Our bodies died

 And our souls are still hanging on

 Between darkness and light

 With sad eyes and tired languages

 We wait near dawn

 Where hope will pass

 But the drums of war

 It knocks on the banks of hearts

 Our wings are broken

 And our tears flutter from afar

 This is how we experience our constant sadness

 On the waiting side

 We are all matrixed

 We live with dignity or we die with honor

 But they both became cheap,

 After a generation of remembering

 You will give birth to a rhyme of the night

 Our passage from geography

 With bloody feet to the point of bleeding

 Infinite distances

 We were filled with music and music

 Our sad melodies

 We are steadfast to this day

 We live in darkness

 Bright sunshine,

 We carry our silent dreams

 Let the ear drums ring

 One word

 In the voice of humanity

 Keep us alive,

 But their tongues got wet

 From its roots

 And everyone was silent,

 Hypocrisy reigns on this land

 Everyone swims in his interests

 Selling humanity for a low price.

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Photo Courtesy: Business Insider

Arabic Version

نار جاثية

سيسطع النور

من بين قضبان

زنزانة غسق الليل،

سيمزق ستار الاسر ،

كما لو من مصباح

غير النجوم،

نسيم مجنح لحلم

تارة يجوز

و تارة يستحيل،

زمن ينجب أياما

لا تشبه بعضها،

كأن هذا الكون ،

لم يعد في حاجة الينا ،

امتلأت الشوارع

بالوجوه المحطمة،

و الارواح العابسة ،

كان الماضي يعيش حاضره

بنكهة الامل الحنون،

و اليوم تتساقط

الاهات و الانين

على حافة الكون

و حافة المجرات

نطل جميعنا

من شرفة واحدة

و نراقب الحياة

و صمتنا يتدلى

من بوابة معتقل كبير

يجمعنا بلا حدود

و قمرنا الباهت

يلامس الورود

لا سلام لنا اليوم

إلا بعد عبور

جميع الجبهات

اجسادنا فارقت الحياة

و ارواحنا مازالت معلقة

بين الظلام و النور

بمقل حزينة و لغات متعبة

ننتظر قرب الفجر

حيث سيمر الأمل

لكن طبول الحرب

تقرع على ضفاف القلوب

اجنحتنا مكسورة

و دموعنا ترفرف من بعيد

هكذا نعيش حزننا المستمر

على قارعة الانتظار

جميعنا مصفوفون

نحيا بكرامة او نموت بشرف

لكن كلاهما اصبح رخيص،

بعد جيل من التذكر

ستنجب قافية من الليل

ممرنا من جغرافية

باقدام دامية حد النزيف

مسافات لامتناهية

أشبعنا مواويل و عزف

ألحاننا الحزينة

و نحن الثابثين لحد اليوم

نعيش الظلمة في

اشعة الشمس الساطعة ،

نحمل احلامنا الصامتة

لتقرع طبول الآذان

كلمة واحدة

بصوت البشرية

تبقينا احياء،

لكن ألسنتهم بثرت

من جذورها

و سكت الجميع،

عم النفاق على هذه اليابسة

كل في مصالحه يسبح

بائعا الإنسانية بمقابل بخيس.

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