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,
My Flying White Dolphin(To My Father's L...
The sunset Of your days and eves Is coming in no time, The Owl-light,
Daughter In Law
I am trembling out of anxiety, For in two or three weeks’ time, I will be flying to Eastern Region
When a cunning Ugly woman From the inside As well as outside
The Rainbow Phases Of My Jeddah
I am fond of; In LOVE Not with a smart, handsome, grand Man this time,
My New Driver
I sold my semi knew Camry car, And kept the old one, A Volvo that can not be
Good Morning Thy Majesty (Translation Of...
TO THE SOUL OF MY MOTHER SU'AD ABBAS ABDULJABBAR (she left this world more than 15 years ago,
Dreamy Shadow & Eagle Sparrow
I saw him A bird; Small and thin, He spoke,
Gamal Abdul Nasser
Every time I see thy funeral I cry and wonder I Why do I cry? Is it nostalgia for a true man?
Taming The Wild Horse
The wild horse Is being tamed By the riddle of love; By the softest touch,
Beirut looks, to me, like A beautiful young girl, Full of life, Full of mirth,
Heart, Body And Mind
Nowadays, people insist The instinct should be fulfilled Before the heart or the intellect, They do not even mind
Dragonfly And The Child Inside
Jumping into my kidney Shaped swimming Pool, In my girlish pink suit, I let free the child inside,
The Spiritual Link: Abraham's Sacred Jou...
The Spiritual Link Abraham's Sacred Journey from the Holy Green West Bank of Jordan to The Holy Desert & The Peaceful Plantless Valley of Makkah
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! !