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| Niamat Elhamri |
I REMEMBER
I remember your love for coffee, without sugar,
I see you at dawn’s first sight,
And when the moon bids the night.
I remember your voice near,
Like a note played on a string clear,
Like the water’s roar against stone sheer,
Quenching every trace in my heart, dear.
Despite the distance and the yearn,
Leaving me in scorching burn, I wait for you,
Like thirsty soil awaiting rain’s return,
Longing for the first drop’s renew.
I remember the fading of cold,
And returning to you with words so bold,
I write you in poems and prose untold,
Painting our love with letters of light,
Between ages of gold.
Will you come back again ?
The heart can no longer bear the pain,
The soul longs for the gaze of your eyes,
And a love that never dies..
Tomorrow’s Encounter
A meeting of loyalty, a promise sealed,Lasting till the end, beyond the field,
If tomorrow comes, as fate has willed.
Tomorrow’s encounter…
Family gathered, love’s embrace,
Even the elders, with a gentle grace.
Welcomed with milk, dates, and flowers in bloom,
A day of joy, before vows consume.
Do not mourn yesterday, for tomorrow makes room.
Tomorrow’s encounter…
A soft light, love’s tender meeting,
Let’s dance like the waves, endlessly fleeting.
A hug of longing, after distance and yearning,
A kiss sweeter than honey, love ever-burning.
Rightfully yours, with dowry and vow,
Tomorrow’s encounter, eternal somehow.
Not like yesterday, of distance and cold,
Let’s live in tomorrow, forever bold.
==The flame of desire==
Niamat Elhamri / Morocco
My dearest,
I am here today to reveal my last song from my warm bed, which witnesses
my Farwell travel. I am not afraid of parting. The fate has its justice and I
am obliged to be considerate and patient. I am not afraid of having left my
sweet husband because I was sure our souls were mingled. His specter visits me
and his memory stays with me wherever I go. I have never forgotten him because
he was my last invocation in every prayer. He passed away to heaven and I am
after him agonized. Now, I am on the edge of parting. I beg of you my lover a
warm welcome in honors of my love and devotion to you, don’t leave me alone
again. I don’t know what will become of me amongst the graves. I do not ran out
of provisions and I possess now only silence to put out flame of my longing to
you.
My dear people,
Do
not cry over my coffin to keep it pure for him to smell my scent amongst the
lost souls. Wait silently, mourn…but away from me because I hate lamentation. I
want to meet him covered with joy and happiness. Be in grief a little, but pray
for me much. My story has just begun and you should know that life is very
short travel.
Oh my sons,
Do love one another as your daddy did.
Oh my daughters,
Be faithful as I was to him. Live with the
pain of separation to remember and with the dream of meeting him to be happy.
I am departing peacefully and with contentment
leaving the immortal love behind I love you until the last heartthrob and more
Your faithful mum,
NIAMAT
Dedicated to :
- Every widow who maintained her promise.
- Everyone who came across my song.
- My soulmate whom I offered my all love, I
offer something different, I found simply these painful heartbeats that stuck
in my imagination.
Will I find something to offer him ? I do
not know ! I do not know !
Short bio : Niamat Elhamri is a Moroccan writer and poet.
Deputy Editor-in-Chief of Barcelona Literary Magazine.
General Secretary of the World Writers Union.
Member of the Arab Writers Union and Arab Cultural Union.
Published works :
Book : « Ouzouf wa Enfessal » in Arabic
« Shunning and Separation » in English
International anthology : « Whispers Across Languages », Spain
International anthology : « Humanist Anthology », USA
International anthology : « Let The Rose Bloom », Morocco
« Stations from Memory » (Encyclopedia of Short Stories), Egypt
Short story collections :
« Your Last Melody », « If Not for Those Borders », « Venice/Romulus and Remus »,
« My Trace Before Departure « , « Sacrificial Offerings »
Upcoming : A collective book : Ward N°36, « On the shelves of oblivion ».