A Life Story

A Life Story long poem

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Dedicated to Grace Abu Khalid who made me love Arabic which is my native language

Being fifty years old now
I met my Arabic teacher somehow
I guess it is the will of God
Joining with Grace, I am so glad
She made me love my mother’s tongue
To learn it better, I now long!!!

I hated school in every way
I hated teachers, I cursed their day
To tell the truth I must confess
A lazy student, I was no less
My laziness nevertheless
Could never hinder my success?!?!?!

You wonder why? I tell the truth
This is the tale of my youth
In the class room we had a clock
I used to watch it with a vicious look
Teachers would talk and talk and talk
Could never listen, a complete lock

The years went on
Lonesome, alone
I was the oldest in my class
An elementary certificate, I could never pass

I had to repeat it the 5th grade
For a long time that would not end
When this degree was canceled out
I could continue, I climbed my mount

I was eighteen when I was enrolled
In the baccalaureate class, where my time was sold
During that year I ran away
From my school almost every day

However, I passed it with success
An official baccalaureate no less!!!
The government issued a decree
After we had a misery

Bombardments of a civil war
Burned exam papers, all in all
So every student was allowed
To get a degree, to be so proud

Remembering the hours of my day
In a classroom, time passed away
English, French and Arabic
History, geography, arithmetic

Arabic to me was a curse
To learn this language I had no force
English was also in its turn
Another curse that I could not learn

Not to talk about the French
To learn it there was no chance
Arithmetic was a big shame
I could never understand its game

I could never divide and rule
This is the calculation of a fool
Why should I bother to multiply?
There is one pupil in my eye!

History is a boring stuff
Geography also is so tough
The Lebanese civil war indeed
Allowed me to satisfy a social greed

A social greed to teach a child
Within a system harsh and wild
Here I must thank you TEACHER GRACE
For your vision to embrace

The terrible system of despair
With a joyful touch for every chair
With a hopeful look
With a colorful book
With a kind advice
Lovable and nice

A classroom temple
Sacred and ample
Where children run
Play and have fun
And get the choice
To learn … rejoice…

To use a mother tongue
To jingle and sing
Let the bell ring
Your flight was high
Since the first cling

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Nada Amine Awar

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I am a Lebanese female poet, researcher and writer in Arabic and English.Fourth of January, 1957 I was born in Quarnayel, Lebanon. Being an only daughter among three sons, gave my whole life an aromatic taste. I got a master degree in political science from the American University of Beirut. Mahatma Gandhi is the only politician I follow and respect. Gamal Abd Nasir is the only Arab leader I admire. Rabindranath Tagore is my spiritual master. His poetry, writings, music, and universal thought is a real fountain for my spiritual uplifting. Chief Seattle’s “Message To the Modern World” broadened my views and deepened my interrelationships with Mother Nature and the GREAT SPIRIT. John Lennon is my daily friend. I recognize his song “Imagine” as my national anthem. I am a fan of Yoko Ono; I appreciate what she gave to the “whole world” through her love to John. I believe that the cosmic law is the only law that any creature must follow in order to understand the simple truth of life and death: that is another form of existence.
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