Biography of Fatima Nusairat
Reading & writing are the most things I have ever loved..
I was born and raised over seas in a big family 5 brothers 5 sisters. As being the youngest, I have enjoyed more privilege than them, but the thing distinguish me was the addiction to reading especially poems, I used to read any book it falls in my hand, I remember once, I garbed a book, sneak into the flat roof of my house, during that I felt into sleep, my hole family, declared an emergency, looking for me were, until one of my brother went to the roof and spot me sleeping, of course I was grounded, and reprimanded, but that did not slow me down in reading & writing.
Fatima Nusairat's Works:
- Vowed to the Wind 2013
- Asleep in the House of Silence
Fatima Nusairat Poems
Oh my little one Leave the cohesive mud circle of blackened stones Whose lineaments vanished Like water in the darkness
There Are No Words..;
There are cigarettes butts where put out And.. 'Black Train' doesn't hold, but.. The sins of the flesh! There are no gates toward
Wings Of Light
For wings were passionately looking at the light; we kept cheering.
I Will Make You Cry..
I have, from the sadness, The most beautiful, anthem.
I Am A Wetland
I am a wetland, To the lotus and fish, and dreams. But my bridle from iron and My horse from wood.
'Words Of Silence'
Come. Come Talk to me, But without words You the one who
Oh My Children...
Oh my children..; Whom I did not giving birth How you will grow up and become More mature than the honey
The Tree & Lilies
The tree, As she danced, The wind loved her! ,
He Lost His Way
Between the heart and the mind He lost his way; He lost his way.. Until she guided him
'The Sadness Shadow'
I am the old picture, hanging on the wall of memory, I am the misery of torsos dry,
In Wrinkles Of Road
I lost in wrinkles.. Of road... my way! , Footless..
If You Forgot Me
If you forgot me.. Just remember the flutter of butterflies, And the fragrance of lotus that Scattered on couches where leaning your head,
'The Glowing Love'
'The glowing Love' He is flashing as a star; He is flooding as a water And he is growing as the forest..
Trace me like a dream.. Drifted by a stream! , Trace me like a river..
I Want To Go
I want to go
Above the earth
No wind presses me
No sand cuts my eyes
I want to go
Like a bevy of birds
No waves calm me
Nor the night