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,
I Lost My Love
I lost my love
By My Tears I Wrote This Poem
By my tears I wrote this poem To my son Waseem The night is too dark. The clouds cover the stars.
The love is life, the love is death. It gives power or loose strength. We can happy or we can sad. We can be wise or we can be mad.
Why Do We Fall In Love
Why do we fall in love? Are we blind or open eyes? Every thing by wish we did. But in love no one be wise.
Mad lover I feel it is difficult to describe my love. Describe our love and shining days.
Why Did I?
Why did I fall in love with you? Why did I give you my heart forever?
Fasting is the best way for peace, Fasting is the best way for love,
from the depth of pain, the love will rain. the sun will shine, again and again.
Do You Still Remember?
Do you still remember-our paste days, When we were at the nice valley
Does It A Dream?
My dreams broke between your hands. Love grew inside your eyes,
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,
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.