Name: Nouzad J'adan.
Date & place of birth: Syria, Aleppo, Masikan 1985.
Education: B.A in journalism from Damascus University.
Little introducing: I started writing in 2000, as a cinema writer in Egyptian magazine (alfan alsab'a) , then I write in many national newspapers & magazines after that I publish in many Arabian printed and electronic magazines.
Languages that I speak: Kurdish, Arabic, English and Urdu and lillte turkish.
Member in world poets movement (Chile) .*
* honorary member in Maison Naaman pour la Culture(Lebanon) .
My prizes:
1-Naji 's Naaman international literary prize (Lebanon) 2007-2008.
2-Abd Almonaem Riyadh union literary prize (Syria) 2004.
3-Nominated for the Golden Prize and for the World wide Grand Prize of the 6th Art (Poetry) in annual wuacademia competition (Netherlands) 2008-2009.
4-centre alnoor award for creative in poem for children (Sweden) 2009.
5-castilo de doneo international award poetry (Italia) 2010.
6- Certificate of Merit from the great Arab poets encyclopedia
7-art attack internationl poetry prize Crotia 2010.
8- arrived to poets prince to 150 level from 7000 poets (UAE) .
some of his works translated to, french, croatian, English, Italian
Address: Syria –Aleppo-p.o.box: 9425
Telephone: 00963212232470
Mobile: 00963933151744
Email: wanton133@hotmail.com
And those are links in many magazine that I write in.
www.diwanalarab.com/spip.php? auteur1306
http: //www.doroob.com/? author=1106-–
www.alnoor.se/author.asp? id=1074 -–
www.almothaqaf.com/index.php? option=com_content&task=view&id=29202&Itemid=374
http: //www.amouda.com/newzad-ca3dan-seite.htm
www.alrabetta.ae/View_member511.htm
http: //www.poemhunter.com/nouzad-jadan
http: //www.syrianstory.com/j.nawzad.htm
http: //www.poetasdelmundo.com/verInfo_arabe.asp? ID=5151
http: //www.adabfan.com/author/nawzadgadaan
http: //www.haifalana.net/spip.php? auteur220
come with me to the moon
I will not be afraid from dark
come with me to the sun
I will not be afraid from burn
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To katerina
She sat opposite of me
When I was stealing my copybook's virginity
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Alas!
I am the morning's orphan
The night hug me to the vigil's refuge
Washed his face by my writing
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