Egypt 3

Ramadan approaches, full of sun and noises

Of the street, crowds in white long garments

Going to the mosque for early morning prayer

All around is silent before the first fajr call,

Colorful flags are waving on the wind, from both

Sides of narrow streets. I feel as if my soul

Is flying with their moves, I feel the peace

And happiness, excitement of the noon...

I see in nights the first slice of growing moon.

My favorite is melody of adhan, which brings

me back in times, so long ago, when I was child,

the voices of the prayers come along - and gather

high in the sky together in one gorgeous tone

with holly sound : Allaaahu Akbar, Allaaahu Akbar,

ashhadu ana la illaha il allah ...

--- nour ---

     July-013

Egypt 2

My eyes- fixed in the mirror

Of the silent room, where

I was watching my reflection

Holding my black camera,

I was watching myself there,

As a ghost woman, dressed

In my black and white dress

With stamps of blooming flowers.

I didn’t see the female ghost there,

But I think she saw me " as

I was attached to my reflection

While on the photos later,

I recognized her ephemeral

Silhouette in cloudy shine of 

the mirror. She was Isis.

---nour ---

    July-013

Egypt 1

She was all in black garment,

Covering her body to the ground

Black above black, I couldn`t see

Her hands in black long gloves,

I couldn’t see her feet "

Just noticed black socks in a

Closed black shoes, inside the

Room she walked "

I couldn`t see her face, veiled

In black thin niqab, leaving

Some space just for her sight-

………..

All I could see were her sparkling

Light blue eyes, in peaceful harmony.

Her hand in black touched mine.

-nour-

July-013

Void 6

I have lost my black notebook, 

The one so near to my soul,

I can`t write anything more -

I have lost my blue ink, 

the one I was so attached and

taking it always in my handbag,

I can`t feel complete anymore.

Voices echoing under ground

are calling me at nights, when 

I`m turning in the bed around,

They know where my notebook is,

they know what is written inside,

Inviting me, whispering : "come 

here in this world, take your soul!"

Then will I return to the light? 

-nour-

 July-013

Void 5

Sweet melancholia absorbs my heart,

Where "myself" disappeared in the night -

My dreams on blue clouds and raindrops

move the oxygen from foggy air around.

Mountain is crying out, as if in birth pain

Sun rays are gentle fingers caressing her edge 

Stimulating energy flows through my blood,

when I stare at empty sky, I see with your eyes.

You are always my brother in the misty path

quiet place, spirits of all fallen stars in our arms.

-nour-

 July-013

Void 4

While she is looking at his eyes,

he was looking at my lips,

she is looking at her hands,

while he is observing my arms.

She`s staring at his back,

while his eyes abide in my hair,

she is absorbed with his smile,

while he is looking at my legs,

she investigates his fingers,

in the time he`s watching my feet,

she tries to see deeply in his love.

She sees her vanity, while he 

affirms my fragility spontaneously 

They all see my emptiness -

while I look into the mirror,

here I see the real you. 

-nour-

 July-013