Technology & Torture Poem by nadia abduljabbar

Technology is torturing
Her,
Though she is or rather
Was not that bad in it,
She taught herself how
To write in the old
Computer system,
For the sake of her M.A
Thesis.

She hates numbers,
No doubt about
That for she is a writer,
Since grade four,
She used to count years
That separate her
From the literary section,
In which there is no math.
Yet she has to count
When she buys things,
Otherwise she would
Spend her salary before
The first half of the month
Ends,
She is a spendthrift and has
No man to back her up,
And If she had,
She would never ask for help.
So it is better to count,
Than to go bankrupt.

And she is not much into
The mobile thing.
She refused to have it for years,
Until she had to visit her
Local not British
Ph. D supervisor,
Who in fact supervised
Nothing, and was only
Happy to write hidden
Complaints against her,
So she bought the simplest kind
And her bill was never more
Than tow hundreds.

Until recently everybody
Around her,
Was angry because she refused
To buy “iphone”.
Yet she bought
“I mate” Before going to USA
In the year two thousands
And four,
And was really frustrated
With it for it erased all
Her pictures there.

Anyway, more than
A month ago,
After an attack of
A wicked spell, She decided
To buy “Galaxy three”,
It could help to listen to
“Omar Al Attass’s prayer”;
At Dawn,
Before she moves from bed.

The prayer protects the house
And forty neighbors from evil,
So she was told and she obeyed,
For she was in extreme pain.

She prepared herself to live
The rest of her life all alone
With few left friends and some cats
And their place under her balcony;

She designed the terrace that is
Made of Glass(through which
She can see the swimming pool,
While taking breakfast or dinner) .
With a blue ceiling made of fiber Glass,
She also made a panorama in the ceiling,
So that she can see stars and the moon.
She decided to sleep some of
Her lonely nights there,
But was afraid from thieves,
Then she heard about Glasses
Against bullets and she decided
To change it and she is on the process.

She took ever practical step
To forget about love,
And about her past wounds,
Betrayals and jealousy of
People she used to trust,
And live happily,
That was her plan, but God
Planned something else,
He planned for her
To fall in love
And here she is running between her new
PC and Galaxy three
Trying hard,
Like a girl in grade three,
To Follow a speech, save or
Copy and paste his
Photos and understand his
Funny and serious Symbols.

Jeddah,
5 April,2013