The soul of giving

Gifts! I love gifts for a gift is a token of  caring ,love and gratitude .I’m not that rich but whenever I am offered the chance to offer my family members  or any of my students or a friend of mine a gift I seize it. Small or big, cheap or expensive, gifts always have…

Flowers fOr my real lOve

A poem by Romanian poet Sorina Ivan translated into Arabic and read by Sihem hammouda ; me 🙂 happy listening 🙂  

!يوريكا !يوريكا

!يوريكا !يوريكا بقلم سهام حمودة !  يوريكا  !  يوريكا ،صاح الغراب الغضّ  الغرير .ومزّق بصراخه لحاف اللّيل الطويل من بعيد كان  غراب عجوز ، في عمر الأحلام يرقبه ،نشر جناحيه الخبيرين ،ثم رفع ناظريه  إلى السماء ،للكواكب  بريق ولكنها ليست ذهبا أغمض عينيه وأرهف السمع ،إلى عزف حبات الملح يلمع  سطح المحيط .ولكنه ليس  ألماسا ،حذار…

Why I chose to be a Translator !

Apart from being one of my passions , I firmly believe in the importance of translation in this multi-cultural  vast world as a boat to  sail  towards far  lands  and  a tool to understand the inhabitants  of those lands  through bringing to light a world and a word  different from us or rather we think…

A Sword with Bladed Perfume by A.Fawaz

A poem by Ahmad Fawaz ( Lebanon ) Translated by Sihem Hammouda (Tunisia ) On the battlefield of soul, your spectrum wages Delusive torrential raids, Your breaths fall in perfume drizzle, And with the sunbeam, the fall of smile races, My soul then is split into a hill scented with your jasmine, The heart at…

Darkness and Mist

A poem by Abdel Hakim Atiya ( Algeria ) Translated by Sihem Hammouda (Tunisia ) Darkness and Mist Darkness me overwhelmed, Mist my cities shrouded, And sorrow in all roads cloaked. A train I am, From the steam age, Inside a tunnel, blindfolded, Fumbling for gleams of sunshin Looking for thy smile , Appearing on…

livre: Adultére Auteur : Paulo Coelho Résumé écrit par Sihem Hammouda

livre: Adultére Auteur : Paulo Coelho Résumé écrit par Sihem Hammouda (de page 11 à page 100) Paul Coelho nous introduit dans le monde de son héroïne,Linda,une journaliste réputée travaillant pour un journal sérieux(engagé)et mariée à un homme éperdument amoureux d’elle.Le monde idéal de Linda,dont tout le monde rêve (qui fait rêver) a été bouleversé…

The Alchemist  Book Summary by Sihem Hammouda

The Alchemist Book Summary by Sihem Hammouda The Alchemist is a book that traces the journey of Santiago , an Andalusian shepherd boy who was brave enough to forge his own destiny, and being rewarded at the end of it by fortune and true love . Santiago is far from being the common shepherd we’re…

قراءة نقدية في كتاب امرأتنا في الشريعة و المجتمع للطاهر الحداد

قراءة نقدية في كتاب امرأتنا في الشريعة و المجتمع للطاهر الحداد إعداد الأستاذة سهام حمودة يكشف كتاب” امرأتنا في الشريعة و المجتمع ” سنة 19300 للكاتب والمصلح الاجتماعي التونسي الطاهر الحداد عن الضيم الذي تعرضت إليه المرأة التونسية والجهل الذي يلف عالمها في مجتمع ذكوري استعبد أنوثتها وسجن عقلها وروؔض روحها •فدعا بني جنسه إلى…

قراءة في كتاب “الأمير ” لنيكولا ميكيافيلي

كتبتها الأستاذة سهام حمودة نيكولا دي برناردو دي ميكيافليي، ولد بفلورنسا في 3 ماي 1469م، وتوفي بها في 21 يونيو 15277م.كان مفكرا وفيلسوفا سياسيا ايطاليا إبان عصر النهضة •أصبح ميكيافيلي الشخصية الرئيسية والمؤسس للتنظير السياسي الواقعي •أشهر كتبه على الإطلاق “الأمير” الذي أهداه إلى “لورنزو الجديد” أحد أفراد آل ميديتشي. ويمكن تصنيفه إن صح القول…

الصندوق الاسود بقلم سهام حمودة

الصؔندوق الأسود                                وقفت على أطراف أصابعها وطبعت قبلة حارة على خده الأيسر· لم يستطع أن يمنع نفسه من الضحك فقد كانت تضع عطره  · تملكته رغبة جامحة في أن يضمها إلى صدره  بقوة ولكنه تجاهلها حتى لا يخيفها · كانت…

Don’t shoot!

Wait Sir  ! Don’t shoot ! I need to comb my tousled  hair, And wash my stainy face. Oh !There is a hole in my shoe too Wait sir  ! I won’t be late , I am going to wear my father’s shoes, They are as big as the  gracious sky But they fit because I walk like…

ثورة عشق

.تعاتبني اذا غضبت ولا تفهم ان الرعد يدمدم اشتياقا للمطر تقف وسط الفوضى التي رسمتها في محرابك  مشدوها كراهب يقرا رسائل حب لاول مرة تقرا جنوني في قلم الشفاه المكسر وقارورة العطر المراق .ولاتفهم سطور حنيني فيها .هذا ليس جنونا بل ثورة عشق يحتضر في دفتر يومياتك by arabian roses

The English Woman Part Two

                    Her name was Anne-Marie  and knowing that  filled our  childish hearts  with a happiness rivaling that  when grabbing a one-legged crab  after a long day of chase  on a slippery beach under a feverish sun. It was an overwhelming happiness .          …

The English woman Part One

Originally posted on arabian roses'whispers:
I remember the day  when she first appeared  on  the  stage of our childish life, as if it was yesterday. My two brothers and I were sitting on the edge of  the stony bench ,our  tiny toes  were  hardly touching  the floor. We were dying  to know  who she…

A Fighter without arrow dedicated to Marius Mocanu

…Then they lived happily ever after. Nay, it is neither a folktale an old sailor Could tell to kindle the flame of adventure        In the soul of a retired ship dimmed, Nor a sealed love letter From an enchantress  to a hermit. It’s an epic about an ordinary man, Whose  name will…

Dawn Rain

            We woke up at  3:00 am for  Suhur , which is a pre-dawn meal in Ramadan , prayed , and read few chapters from Quran then all retreated  to their rooms to take a rest. It was 5:00 am when it started drizzling. I was sitting at my desk…

Do you love her ?

He happened to turn around, To see her teasing  the drunk ground, With her  bare toes like a spoiled child. She turned to him , and his oriental  eyes Embraced hers as  An expatriate embracing  an old letter Smelt of  his torn  homeland. “Do you love her? ” She asked. “Who?” He said “The rain.”…

She and Majnoun Leila

When  night falls and his madness is allayed ,  Towards the deserted poems she slips away.  His French coat asks about her unknown destination, Whenever she travels by a French painting. And her silver earring asks the cold floor, About a lost beloved with a feverish  longing, While she goes on searching In the forgotten…

Your Love Kept me Alive

It’s the love for a childless land that kept a farmer alive. It’s the love for honor that kept a wounded soldier alive. It’s the love for health that kept the sick alive. It’s the love for challenge that kept a mountaineer alive. It’s the love for hope that kept the unfortunate alive. Life has…

حبيبي و المطر

حانت منه التفاتة اليها  وهي تضرب الارض الثملة .بقدميها كطفلة مدللة  التفتت اليه و احتضنت عيناه الشرقيتين عيناها  كمغترب يحتضن رسائلا قديمة تفوح برائحة وطنه ?قالت :هل تحبها ?قال: من  .قالت: المطر . .قال: نعم . ?قالت : اتحبني انا ام هي اكثر  :ابتسم في حنو وقال  ?اوتغارين من المطر قالت وقد سعرت ثورتها حبة…

The storyteller

The rain  her princely dance finished, And to the  moist stage rainbow ascended. The young storyteller hastily  unfolded His shawl  then spread  on the  ground. The children  were waiting restlessly, Like a bracelet around A Persian princess’s  ivory ankle, And a hungry flame is burning inside. Tell us the story of Th seaman and the…

Casa /Home

Trate de escribir una canción de libertad. cierro mis ojos, pero lo único que veo es a una mariposa atrapada en telarañas y a una muñeca perdiendo su casa… Written by arabian roses Home I tried to write a song about freedom. I closed my eyes But all that I can see Is a butterfly…

Obsessive love

Your obsessive love  is torturing  me , Like a boat under the mercy Of  a capricious wind. And the aroma  from a tender caress, Left in my books, has opened my wounds, Like a wounded pirate Embracing the serene sand, and suffering in silence his loss. Written by arabian roses

Review of “The Broken Necklace”

Review 01 The Broken Necklace Short Stories are quite different than a full fledged novel. In a novel the author enjoys the liberty of giving all the detail of the characters and circumstances. But in a short story, the author has to be very keen to tell the story within a very few pages and…

Amor obseso

Tu amor obseso me tortura, Como   barco  a la merced Del viento caprichoso. Y el aroma de una  caricía tierna que dejaste  en mi libros abriendo   mi heridas , Cual  un pirata lacerado Abrazando arena serena,  Sufriendo en silencio Su pérdida . Written by arabian roses

My first poem in Spanish :D Cuando llueva / When it rains

Cuando llueva Cuando llueva, escribiré tu nombre en suelo  Para que  viaje tu generosidad   A través de las venas de tierra Regando mi  tímido  simiente para convertido En   jazmín blanca  perfumando   noches  tristes O en generosos arboles alimentando a los pobres Sin arrogancia y sin humillación Porque en tu nombre , habitan  los secretos…

The English woman Part One

I remember the day  when she first appeared  on  the  stage of our childish life, as if it were yesterday. My two brothers and I were sitting on the edge of  the stony bench ,our  tiny toes  were  hardly touching  the floor. We were dying  to know  who she was  .We are used to see…

May you have a blessed day today =)

Take  off  your shoes, Spread your arms, Race the wind, Feel her touch, Sway like a rose To escape her hold Today It’s a new day and you’re alive! Written by arabian roses y

The soothsayer

She took his rough hand in hers, Passionately embraced his soft gaze, Then closed her enchanting eyes, “A thorny path is awaiting you “, The soothsayer  whispered,  “With rubies it is studded.”  A  diamond  escaped her eyes .   To his lips he raised her trembling hand, Kissed  her palm, then  reassuringly  said: “A wife’s…

If…

If a beggar  knocks at your towering  door Smile away  your scowling wrath for a genuine smile   for the poor is  shimmering alms. Fill  his hands  stained with soot, And God will purify your defiled soul , For a satisfied beggar’s prayer  ,  is your unbreakable  armour, when Soulless misfortune breaks bondage of  its bitter soldiers….

The lonely scarecrow

He wanders through the breathless Battlefield of  life  . Above him, The  scarlet sun withdraws her spears And night wraps his serene shawl  Around houses’ shoulders Grand and poor. He doesn’t  yield for he believes That when solemn autumn breaks Summer’s painting brushes, And winter cries, sprightly spring comes by. In the heart of  the battlefield…

15 awards perfumed with Jasmine

My awards this time  are perfumed with Jasmine because they were a precious  gift from a Tunisian blogger  .To find out how Tunisian man think ,how he spends his  leisure time , and how he perceives the world ,you’re welcome to visit http://oasien.wordpress.com/ .Don’t worry, language wouldn’t be a barrier to communicate with him for he…

He can read your thoughts about his wife!

  That  we can’t  go beyond what meets the eyes  is not only an indication that  we are perfect human beings  ,but also a blessing that  unfortunately go unnoticed by us.     At times , we wish we could read others like an open book and see inside their hearts  to know their real intentions,…

My home is a book

I wish my home was a book I would  live in a fairy tale And live happily ever after. I would conquer wonderland In children’s stories Then surrender to orphans. I would steal  a magic wand To rekindle old women’s  smiles, be a knight reign a land wherein bread is for all and water is…

Healing

His love was a pact But you love me unconditionally You look into my heart While he looked into my eyes He couldn’t put up with my flaws But you  show me the way to correct them You hear  my long prayers While he complained  about my loving  talks  What is to gain from a short- lived love? What is to gain…

انا تونسي شئت ام ابيت

. انا تونسي و تشهد عن  ذلك خارطة ميلادي . و الارض التي تحملت خطواتي المتعثرة عندما كنت صغيرا انا تونسي عربي اجيد تكلم لغات العالم و لكني لا اكتب قصائد حبي الا بالعربية .فهي لغة موطني موطن الحب تونس   انا تونسي مسلم سمعت السماء ابي و هو يؤذن في اذني .و صلوات جدتي…

War of Roses

Yesterday,I was a knight But today I am a warrior. A knight ‘s offering is a mild rose But a warrior’s offering is  a wild soul.  I shed my armor to shield my wounded heart And go to the battlefield of your love with one hand I drag  my coffin with  the other I hold my honor….

Childish pencils

He kissed his butterfly goodbye,  freed his swing hanging from His grandfather’s old apple tree And embraced the wind perfumed with his grandmother’s lullaby That  was watching  him walking away With a prayer on her trembling lips. It’s a land where boys Chase death not dreams, It’s a land where roses Are colored with crimson…

The Mad Poetess

In a  poetry book lives my prince charming Taken captive by poems. Being swept , poesy fears, Into a burning  ocean of  tears If he enfranchises  him For his words are enamoured with  His angelic eye smile, weaving it into   sighs for poets every night. My wrath tore my treacherous poems  asunder and my…

شاعرة مجنونة

يعيش حبيبي في ديوان شعر سجين القصائد  يخاف الشعر لو حرره ان يغرق  في بحر من العبرات فلقد تيمت كلماته بابتسامة عيون حبيبي  فمنها  تغزل كل ليلة اهات للشعراء مزق كل قصائدي غضبي واحرقت كلماتي غيرتي حبيبي هو سجيني و لن تحرسه  امراة سواي حتى و لو كانت صلاتي Written by arabian roses

عندما يبتسم حبيبي

تجهم وجه حبيبي فتلون وجه السماء و تململ البحر الفضي فقد اشتاق الى دياره الزرقاء امواجي ماعادت تعرفني صاح البحرفي الم قد تجهم وجه حبيبها ثانية اجابت  السماء ابتسم حبيبي ناديت فعندما لا تبتسم يضيع سحر البحر الازرق بين الغيوم تمر الايام بدون تاريخ و تصنع الشمس و المطر قوس قزح من الوان حزينة ابتسم…

الليل امراة

الليل امراة تتزين بالقمر و النجوم مراتها صفحة النهر الفضية و عطرها ندى الصبح الخجول الليل امراة تحيك وشاحها من دفء عينيك الطفوليتين و تغزل من تنهداتك الشرقية لحنا للسكون الليل امراة فوحدها المراة تعشق  الرقص  حافية القدمين متدثرة بجدائل شعرها  وقت السحور   Written by arabian roses

انا تونسية يا سيدي

انا تونسية  يا سيدي على خارطتي تعيش كل  النساء اعشق  شرب القهوة عند المساء المعطر بالياسمين  و ابتسامة امي الحنون  اعشق تقبيل جبين  الشجر فالشجر انيسنا في الدرب الطويل عند السفر و صيد حبات المطر لتبوح لي بسرها كي تحبني  يا سيدي حب الصحراء للمطر انا تونسية يا سيدي عشقي لك كعشق الليل للنهار لا…

Invade your heart ,steal his beats and tune them to the symphony of love ! (part 2)

That he’s different from you doesn’t mean he’s subordinate to you. Difference is the fount of knowledge, enrichment and enlightenment and beauty. Allah has created legion of different species of flowering plants, animals,fish, and human. Nature taught all creatures to live in peace and harmony for in their differences lies the essence of their survival….

Tamed

I dream of  a land where young spring and solemn autumn  can walk side by side   where the grand sea embraces the timid pond where stars don’t feel jealous of fireflies. I dream of an honorable  man Who wouldn’t mention the name of his beloved to  travel only across  his lips. I dream of…

love! love! love!

 Love! love! love!  It’s my command for you today . Make it a rule in your life . Love your wife whose beauty couldn’t stand the test of time but her genuine love for you does .Love her  because she will be your wife in heaven but she will be more gorgeous and younger. Her…

A man of honor

  I know a MAN who lost his parents but refused to be called an orphan. Man enough to love a strong woman years older than him, worked for her and made her stronger, opened his heart to her, shared his fears to no human but her, cleaned after himself and sewed his clothes, and…

Just pack of lies

Why do some people say things they don’t really mean? Just cold bare words !What if their lies become the only beautiful home someone somewhere  feels safe between its ribs.Then we wonder where all those homelss hearts come from! Why do we give up on people just because we couldn’t understand them or tolerate their…

A Holy Whisper

 When   hardship enslaves you I will  fall on my knees and pray hard With  my heart And my prayers will find you Just as the river finds the sea For a prayer  is a holy whisper That never loses  its way It will find you and  set you free. When capricious fortune frowns at…

My earthly stars

I will tame fireflies And turn them into earthly stars To illuminate your  long way In a starless night! Don’t forget to kiss Your  loving mother’s forehead And thank  caring God For your blessed day Before you go to bed. If you do,my fireflies will tell me on you. Sweet dreams to you. Written by…

Be your own hero!

Be your own hero !  You don’t have to  carve a hero from the bones of Napoleon or  Alexander the great and erect it in your heart to lead you  or to inspire you . Just set free the shy hero lurking  within you. Trust his directions ,the way they trusted theirs and if the…

I am in love

I’m in love with the wind  that never gets tired of  carrying  my paper  boats . I’m in love with the moon that sprinkles light in dark paths. I’m in love with the rain that plays for me music of life when  I feel down. I’m in love with wild butterflies .They’re angels in disguise….

I’m So happy because of you today Soumya ,thank you dear friend =)

It’s another  beautiful gem that Soumya gave  to me to furnish my blog ,it’s The Silver Quilt Blogger Award, I adOre silver jewelery! If you’re curious to know who Soumya is ,you’re welcome to visit her beautiful kingdom here ,all that you have to do is to walk staright then turn left to find yourself…

A Frozen Wish

Embrace the  troubled waves To comfort her worries When her ungrateful ships forsook her To conquer new home. Soften  her pain when broken against rough rocks Like a frozen wish broken along the lips of An old woman In  her lonely birthday. Thank  the sea Just as   The  parched desert thanks the rain For…

Was it worth it?

  Was it worth it to let a  friend in need down ?   If you do, who’s then  going to carry your coffin? Only a friend’s shoulder can bear the weight of your cold bones.Was it worth it to scream at your old mother ? If you do, how  then are you going to pay…

When the wind blows out my candle

May that light in those eyes that Have always watched over me As a child  With love , fear and grace , Keep  glowing like shimmering stars. May that smile on your angelic face that has nurtured hope in me , Blooms like  a  dainty rose. I  pray hard  mother that your days will be…

The Sole Moon

  When your night is starless,don’t blame the lonely  moon. Laugh ,because laughter is contagious, and you will see glowing souls  adorning  the bare sky. When your flowers fade away,don’t blame the rain. Cry ,and they will wake up, flowers love playing tricks to see how much you love them.When your heart is broken ,…

My home is a book

I wish my home was a book I would  live in a fairy tale And live happily ever after. I would call children’s stories my grandson and  my grand-daughter . I would steal  a magic wand To rekindle old women’s  smiles, be a knight reign a land wherein bread is for all and water is…

Farewell my love,the earth said

I saw from afar the shy sun untangling her  golden locks, And the dainty moon  trying on  his silver cloak, The  stars  too are  busy polishing their foreheads. I also heard  my arabian roses reproaching the wind For  messing up their beautiful petals And the nightingale is hushing them for The earth is embracing her love…

The lonely guitar dedicated to June Pauline Zent

His forgotten heart Feels lonely.   So does his old guitar. His rough hands molded By faceless  time, Yearn for A  tender touch To rejuvenate His  antiquated melodies. So does his lonesome guitar. The veins of life in the old man Are parching Rust  has made of the strings of  the guitar His eternal home….

Innocence with the bow and arrow

They disrobed him of his innocence And ordained  him a soldier, They smashed his  childhood dreams Under their giant feet, Then scattered them along  the mantle of a heartless life . They effaced his  good name And carved on his fragile heart a bow and arrow . His shrieks torment  the serenity of river’s ripples….

Elusive Love

His hair is disheveled And he is dressing modestly Whispered the Northern star To the  blushing sky The dusk is approaching Urged the solemn night . Their poems Bathed in passionate  tears tears him apart , the sky said , The sigh of  their tortured souls by the whip of  a mortal  love torments him…

Surrender

You reproached me for scratching the fair sky Those are the  love poems My restless  heart  is repleting with And only big sky can contain them so I entrusted her with . You reproached me for disturbing sleepy stars You made a wish  last night I  wanted to give you a shooting star  To mak it come true, That’s why I…

A truce with a pirate

You seized  my  merry love letters and turned  them into  inconsolable paper boats Then summoned seagulls and Declared yourself an emperor Of conquerable words. You stained your sculpted face  with their  ethereal blue dew to feel the softness of  a tortured heart, to pass on  to your deserted veins its sweetness, and take you to…

The Amazing Patience of the Prophet Ayub (Job)

  The Amazing Patience of the Prophet Ayub (Job) by Ibn Kathîr   Ibn Ishaaq stated that he was a man of Rum. His names was Ayub Ibn Mose Ibn Razeh Ibn Esau Ibn Isaac Ibn Abraham. Someone else said he was Ayub Ibn Mose, Ibn Rimil Ibn Esau Ibn Isaac Ibn Jacob. There have…

Give your plant pot a seashell necklace

Sea shells are souvenirs from the sea to eternise one’s sweet moments ,moments we held dear  . So sprinkle them around you  eveywhere and in every way .                 Prepared by arabian roses

Stop Looking For Me So Intently, So That I May Find You.توقف عن البحث عني باهتمام شديد حتى يتسنى لي ايجادك

توقف عن البحث عني باهتمام شديد حتى يتسنى لي ايجادك” جنفير سانتانيالو   “ احيانا تكون الاجابات الني نحتاجها نصب اعيننا . احيانا يتطلب من صديق جيد او شخص لكي يقول لنا بان ” نتريث” !!!! . ربما مانسعى اليه  هو في الحقيقة ينتظرنا بصبر لكي نتمهل و نتوقف عن الركض بشكل محموم حتى يتسنى…

Dawn Rain

We woke up at  3:00 am for  Suhur , which is a predawn meal in Ramadan , prayed , and read few chapters from Quran then all retreated  to their rooms to take a rest. It was 5:00 am when it started drizzling. I was sitting at my desk staring at my notebook trying to…

If I have ever bothered you please read this

    I am not using you   I translated your works because I found them  stunning and the message it bears within  is so beautiful and pure that it can touch all souls and  all hearts  regardless of their  origin or beliefs  and I wanted to sprinkle that . When I was  a little…

Roses have thorns too

Few days I made my mind to take a rest from writing ,but today I saw a video   waging a vicious war on us Muslims  . I must say that the video was hilarious but  disgusting  ,it makes you  feel sick  for it shows nothing but the falsehood of the belief of the talker who …