Biography of Humera Sultana
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 me two gold medals! Also, I have a Post Graduate Diploma in the Teaching of English from CIEFL, Hyderabad, India.
Furthermore, I started teaching English language and literature in 1995. Ever since then, I have exulted in showing the sophomore or the undergraduate the awesome capabilities of the English language and the surprise and mystery of the human soul by inspiring in them a love of English language and literature.
Interestingly, I am a student of life, love and the soul and have been inspiring the love of these entities in my students. And added to this, WHEN INSPIRATION STRIKES I carve it out in the form of a poem, tweet it or jot down as a facebook status. I strongly believe that self-love is the best gift you can give to yourself.
Humera Sultana Poems
Happy Woman's Day.
I am lovelier than love I am more beautiful than beauty I am stronger than strength I am powerful than power.
Death In Winter
Death in Winter When I should die I would wish to die in winter When my loved ones cluster around the hearth in a winter wake
Sitting on the fence of memories I saw them passing by.... One stood awhile and made me smile While the other waved a 'hi'....
Who am I? I am the first cry Of a new-born baby Naked and utterly helpless
To Makkah, to Makkah, to do an umra To drink some zamzam And cool my soul's humdrum To go around Kaaba
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
Seed Of Love
In the soil of my heart I sowed a seed called Love. Tilled it with sighs
The Rose And The Nightingale.
The Rose asked the Nightingale- ''My love, what or who is it that inspires you to sing such soulful songs...' And the Nightingale warbled- 'Its the soul-hurt that was given to me by my beloved for whom I long....
First I am in love Next Love is in me
When my heart burns My love rejoices Burn it should To keep it aflamed.
Touchstone As I plodded my pitted path A pebble pricked me
From A Master -To A Disciple.
A beautiful young girl came to me With three roses of desire One for life, one for love and one for the soul she aspired. "Master, master, take me into your fold
When The Heart Cries
When the heart cries The eyes look on It weeps and shrieks And mourns and grieves
As the tear of Time Trickled down the Face of Life I saw a Moment
You see those graves in the graveyards
They say they are graves of men.
Men who ruled the world
And men who served the world.
Men who toiled on the soil
And got buried under their spoils.
No, they are not graves of men!
They are dunes of time!