Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
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FATHIEH SAUDI<br />
Fathieh Saudi was born in Jordan, completed medical studies in France<br />
<strong>and</strong> worked as a doctor in Jordan <strong>and</strong> Lebanon. She has been involved for<br />
more than 30 years with the defense of human rights, peace <strong>and</strong> justice,<br />
in particular in the Middle East. Since moving to the UK, she has been<br />
particularly interested in writing as a tool for personal development <strong>and</strong><br />
healing process. Her previous publications include l’Oubli rebelle in<br />
French <strong>and</strong> Days of Amber in Arabic. She has translated several books<br />
from English <strong>and</strong> French into Arabic. Recently she published her first<br />
collection of <strong>poet</strong>ry in English: The Prophets - A Poetic Journey from<br />
Childhood to Prophecy. She is also member of the Society of Authors<br />
<strong>and</strong> English PEN. She gave readings in different locations in the UK <strong>and</strong><br />
abroad, including France <strong>and</strong> Morocco. She is recipient of several awards<br />
for her humanitarian <strong>and</strong> cultural work including the award Chevalier de<br />
L’Ordre du Merite de France.<br />
Crossroads<br />
The Nightingale lies at a crossroads.<br />
At dawn life left him, his<br />
wings collapsed, his<br />
heart shrunk.<br />
He was lucky to die at a crossroads.<br />
maybe there, someone passing by<br />
will carry him to<br />
his favorite tree.<br />
Invisible wings<br />
My shoulders are wasting away,<br />
It’s reality, not illusion,<br />
my arms can’t be my wings.<br />
I want to fl y,<br />
to see the world in a new dimensions.<br />
The leaves of a tree offer to be my wings,<br />
my eternal friend blows his breath into them.<br />
My fragile wings fl utter.<br />
And I start fl ying.<br />
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