Ahmiral Al Wassif

(Photo of Amirah Al Wassif)

Women's Rights

don't try to introduce my skin to your skin
cause such an introduction doesn't let the light get in
don't try to prove me as your servant
while talking to me about the equality between women and men!
don't try to teach me the art of life now and then
cause my life is my life
I am not your plastic woman

I am a free and clever idea
traveling from south to north
I am a free and clever idea
seeking boldly for the truth

don't try to name me by your names
unfortunately, I am not one of your games
I am the eternal tale of Eve
who spent her life trying to think
trying to believe
and don't wrong me
this is my essential battle to be!
so, don't try to silence my voice
as a fake reason to get rid of the noise!
and don't wrong me
this is my essential battle to be!

I am a woman with high ambition
a poetic soul looking for full expression
so, don't try to introduce my skin to your skin
cause such an introduction doesn't let the light get in
don't try to prove me as your servant
while talking to me about the equality between women and men
!

 

 

Dear Mr. Indifferent

 

Dear Mr. Indifferent, 
Hello
And my Warm Regards to you

I hope everything is going well
and if you have sad news to tell
please, tell!

cause as you know I have a thick skin 
and as you said if you are number one, I will be number ten!

so, Did you get upset
when you read accidentally "feminist?"
did you still see that word equals "shit?"
and don't wrong me
I am a kind of woman for whom the sky is the limit

Dear Mr. Indifferent, 
How do you do?
do you still insist I am here for the show?
show of pretended protest
who murmurs with the word "No?"
Do I still annoy you?
make you unpleasant?
cause I began all my letters with "Dear Mr. Indifferent?"
and sorry for my sense of humor
you knew I am a feminist
but, do you have all the right to prove it is a rumor
to reply as a scientist!
to tell us why some minds can't accept the truth
when it differs from heritage
is it because they hate the truth?
or because they hate thinking differently??

 

 

 

we are Aisha, Katherine, Elizabeth, and Rachel

 

we all washing the dishes
cleaning the floor
but, we still have big wishes
then, our whisper turns into a roar!
we are all that girl who put her dream
as a dear flower in her book
we are all the seekers who want to mean
we are the breakers of the same rock!

we are all washing the dishes
stitching the clothes
but, we have big wishes
trying to find our "because"

We are Aisha, Katherine, Elizabeth, Rachel, and Lili 
We are those described by you as dangerous creatures, as silly!
pick your weapon as a fighter
sign her name upon all walls
say:  I am a woman /I have to enter the massive identity wars

We are all showering under the tears of our grandmothers
We are told by authorities
that we are sisters, not equal brothers!

you have to wait in the back yard
until the men end their game
you have to celebrate your loss
without protest/with no need to blame

We are all cutting carrots with a smiley-dreamy face
We all heard scary rumors about the future of our race
but, we still hope for grace
yes, we still hope for grace

 

 

we still live in the cave!

 

we live in the cave,
me, my people and some funny creatures who appear on the TV screen
my family doesn't have any screens,
but our neighbors have one
they saw these creatures through it, 
they laugh every night,
they laugh with every breaking news event
when we hear their laughter,
we laugh too as polite followers
who don't want to make their leaders disappointed

we live in the cave,
nursing our mother nature's milk, perfectly like a greedy newborn
we have no idea 
If we love our cave or not?
we have no food, no water
but, our neighbors do.
we hear the movement of their mouths every day, every night
we absorb their voices while they water their bodies
and then, we feel as if "we" did it, we ate, we drank, and also we had our shower

we live in the cave, watching the shadows of ourselves here and there
and if you ask me
"do you ever feel bored?"
I will automatically answer you
I have no idea
but, if my neighbors felt bored before
my answer would be "yes"
because as you know I and my people are their followers.

we live in the cave,
trying to figure out our way
throughout our neighbor's eye

they talk to us behind the ancient walls every year
every year, they come and stop close to our cave
and order us to shut up our mouths 
cause that doesn't fit the modern civilization age
we are polite followers to our leaders
so, we do it, we shut up

we live in the cave,
with no clothes, we here are all as naked as the day that we were born
but, that doesn't matter
because our neighbors have clothes
they have many
and they promised us that they will donate them to us
it is a grand prize for me and my people, isn't?

we live in the cave with no information
keeping blinders on our eyes
trying our best to catch the news from our neighbors' station
and they still laugh every night, 
at all the breaking news
we also laugh too
and when they laugh louder,
we follow our leaders
and when they laugh louder,
we follow our neighbors
but finally, after a while of laughing,
we start to cry!

 

 

To Be A Brilliant Woman in the Third World!

 

to be a brilliant woman in the third world

you have to not be!

if you want the basic tips

kindly listen to me

put your mind in a box

be ready to say every moment ŅI agreeÓ

announce your eternal silence

stop whirring like a curious bee

act like a bird in a cage

never dream of being free

don't consider obedience guilt

it is an honor getting down on your knees

and about your gifts

it's quite enough to know all the electrical appliances —

do you know about dishes and how to make tea?

nobody cares about gifts

it is not necessary, they are too wee

donÕt try to laugh aloud

it is perfect to be a tree

and understand that argument is so dangerous

that the best a woman can do is flee!

to be a brilliant woman in the third world

you have to obey!

your family, your husband, your neighbor, your president

whoever he or she may be!

you have to stitch and cherish and nourish and never expect the chance to flourish!

you have to maintain silence

never crying whee!

when you succeed or if you finally see!

in the third world

all you have to be

is not be

nobody cares about your gifts

itÕs enough to have a degree

in lessons of obedience

or cooking purˇe!

 

 

The street child

he packed bread for me
and I don't know if it was a he or a she
cause the dusty face of street children
always prevents the eye to see!

he worked and worked so much
until his face turned red
this kind of work is very harsh
when hunger makes your bread!

but he is still a street child
so he doesn't have any rights
only to sell his dreams
and sleep in corners every night

© Amirah Al Wassif