Humera Sultana

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I teach English Literature at Imam Bin Saud University, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.I got my doctorate in English Literature (Literary Criticism) from MANUU, Hyderabad, India. Besides studying English Literature, I calmed down my spirit of curiosity about understanding Islam by doing my Master’s in Islamic Studies from Osmania University, Hyderabad, India. OU applauded my spirit of enquiry by awarding ... more »

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  • 'The strength of a broken woman sparkles in each and every fragment of her scattered self. Therefore when she gathers herself she outshines all the factors that broke her to pieces'.

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,928 Points p.a. noushad (9/12/2015 11:36:00 PM)

    POEM 'TO MAKKAH' takes me into spiritual enlightenment, Humera Sultana I feel the bliss really.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,928 Points p.a. noushad (5/10/2015 4:22:00 AM)

    Dear, I like your verses very much.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,928 Points p.a. noushad (5/10/2015 3:49:00 AM)

    Dear Humera Sultana, your inspiring enchanting flowery verses I keep in my heart.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Majid Ali Mohammed (7/13/2014 3:35:00 AM)

    Congrats Ma'm for getting Ph.D. in English Literature by Maulana Azad National Urdu University. We feel proud to be a additional feather in your cap of achievements.

    Hats of for wonderful achievement in today's competitive era.

  • Rookie Raweya M. (4/24/2014 7:24:00 AM)

    Unrequited Love,

    is a romantic piece of glorified pain.. it conquers time.. and death.
    I believe one cannot go on living in peace or even happily without extinguishing this hidden flame within one's heart..
    My friend, your language, your tone and touch are transcendent :)

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Best Poem of Humera Sultana

Unrequited Love

I saw a rose bloom on my grave
Crimson in the hues of passion
Drenched in the tears of dew
It flayed in the mild brisk soft wind
Its fragrance heralded the dawn.

A deep flush dyed my soul
As I dug into its roots
Its soil had swelling germs of compassion
And it whispered to me-

“My roots go deep down into the grave
They suck the love that spread
Like blood in its vein and skin
And coil up in the cavity of a hollow heart.

A heart that enshrines the stoniness of Kabaa
The purity of Zamzam and the strength of Faith
A corpse whose nerves lay ...

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