Biography of Rasheed Alqahas
From the depth of Arabian Desert, from the place were the poems was born, were the shepherds sang, when they travelled with their sheep and camels from oasis to oasis under the shining sun and under the moon light that kisses the twinkle stars in the darkness nights,
My grand fathers came.
The poems spring out from their hearts to meet the others hearts and from the depth of the soles of those people to color the life, to give it the beauty that may never found in city where no one knows his neighbor.
My father even he was uneducated but he say poems, so my uncle and my aunt.
I am proud to say that I am from SAUDI ARABIA the country that rises up to be one of the best modern countries.
I have few collections of Arabian poems, i published one and the others will publish later.
Rasheed Alqahas's Works:
my first book Arabice poems was published it contains more than a hundred poems,
Rasheed Alqahas Poems
Alone In Hospital
the clouds cover my heart, I am alone in hospital,
My Lovely Mother
My lovely mother No wind blew at all, we are on hot summer. I am feeling too cold, and cut by thousand cutter. Were the strength I have, do I lost my power?
My Lovely Lovely Wife
My lovely lovely wife Suddenly my lovely wife falls down. A blood clots hits her brain,
My Granddaughter Yara
You are my lovely granddaughter, You are my poems book, I grant you my hope, my dreams, my heart,
In spite the pain of my heart, Nothing pleasure my sweetheart, Like grandchildren surrounding me, With their smiles, come from heart.
Today I have very good news, I have a new granddaughter,
Hotel room In London in my hotel room,
I know I am tired, My heart became too weak, The pain became too strong, My tongue refused to speak.
In Ramadan the relations became too strong, In Ramadan the life became too easy, If any one made mistake to others, others forgive, Can we make all the year Ramadan?
What Can I Call You?
what can i call you sweetheart? can i call you full moom? , the full moon can bee once a month. can i call you the sun?
Storm You were shouting as a storm, You were talking what your mom,
Eyes met After a long time our eyes had met. Do you still remember love or love forget.
Mad lover I feel it is difficult to describe my love. Describe our love and shining days.
To die more thousand times. The painful lava covers you. Is easier than to see your son? When the pain tearing him.
I know I am tired,
My heart became too weak,
The pain became too strong,
My tongue refused to speak.
Tomorrow could be death,
Or after even ten years,
I am to death ready,
I have, I have no fears.