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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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