Biography of nadia abduljabbar
I am a liberal Muslim woman from Makkah(Mecca) . By liberal, I mean I am free from traditions and customs that wear the mask of religion, but they are far from the essence of Faith in reality.
I was a university lecturer for about 29 years, but took an early retirment to be free to read and write poetry. I published my first collection of English poetry and its translation into Arabic in 2003.
I was the first Saudi female writer in IWP(International Writing Program) in Iowa city in 2005.
I began to read and love poetry since I was a child, and have some attempts to write Arabic poetry when I was a teenager. I began to write English poetry about fifteen years ago. I write and read poetry when I am happy and when I am sad and whether I am healthy or sick. Poetry for me is like air for the lungs; it is the breeze that my very being needs to breath; to live. Poetry is my most intimate friend, my passionate beloved, my loving family, my honest psychiatrist and my additional identity
nadia abduljabbar's Works:
Women with Wings(bilingual book of poetry) .
1. Prisoner of Poems
3. Faith & Happiness
nadia abduljabbar Poems
Amman My Unrequited Love
Why Amman? ? You compel me to have contradictory Feelings for you why, Why my Amman,
Qur’an is the holy book Of Muslims and for Humanity, It sands in a middle position between The Old Testaments and The Bible;
The Rainbow Phases Of My Jeddah
I am fond of; In LOVE Not with a smart, handsome, grand Man this time,
Who Am I? !
Who am I? ! A fighter, A survivor, Or a crazy writer,
An Apology: To All My Readers
I apologize to all my readers- The very young as well As the elderly ones- In the whole world: in India,
An Arabic Woman & The English Countrysid...
I am neither a Celtic, Who lived in ancient Britain, Nor am I an Arian, Or a Normandy whose ancestors
Faith Liberates Me
Faith is a Force; It liberates me From envy, From jealousy,
Before It Is Too Late, Find For Yourself...
Find for yourself A beloved, a family; A home, or at least a mate, Before it is too late,
Who is going To embrace me, Before my grave, Before death,
Give all the gold Of the world To her, And give me LOVE
Stranger we met, Stranger we depart, Warm is my hand,
Reunion is all what we need In this gloomy life, To regain our cheerfulness, Reunion between heart and mind,
I am done with liars, As well as cheaters, I am done with people Who give promises
Hide And Seek(My First Poem In English)
Let’s stop playing hide and seek, It is so dumb, let’s stop pretending, I am beginning to feel numb,
To My Imagined Beloved
Missing you is hectic; I feel homesick;
Nostalgia is a heartache; it is a HEARTBREAK,
It makes me nervous, it hurts to be unable to rest,
It is rather painful, for I miss you to the full;
I miss you as a whole,
And as parts: I miss your flare, your fire; your flame,
How torturing…? What a fame! !