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
Who am I? I am the first cry Of a new-born baby Naked and utterly helpless
Sitting on the fence of memories I saw them passing by.... One stood awhile and made me smile While the other waved a 'hi'....
As the tear of Time Trickled down the Face of Life I saw a Moment
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
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 Watered it with tears.
Toys Of Clay
My Love! Remember those days When you and I played under the Banyan tree And dug up soil from its roots to make toys of clay. I made the HE toy and you made the She
To Makkah, to Makkah, to do an umra To drink some zamzam And cool my soul's humdrum To go around Kaaba
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.
A Soul's Endeavour
As I lay dying My contrite heart crying Tears with hope glimmer As the river of life shimmers
When The Heart Cries
When the heart cries The eyes look on It weeps and shrieks And mourns and grieves
When my heart burns My love rejoices Burn it should To keep it aflamed.
I have loved And loved with all my might A might whose power Crushed my heart to
First I am in love Next Love is in me
When my heart burns
My love rejoices
Burn it should
To keep it aflamed.
The more it blazes
The more radiant my love!
When my heart weeps
My love rejoices