~Ziyana~

I’m delighted that you have arrived

To see the world through my eyes

Then taking fusions of experiences

To create your own life

Still connected to me

But you are here setting a journey of yours

Becoming a women of your own

That is what Ziyana is all about

Decorating her own path

Copyright 2012, Nasra Al Adawi  

~ Touch A Woman ~

Hands, a photo by Lupe Jelena on Flickr.

When you touch
Touch a woman
Feel her strength
Linger a little,
Into her soul
Swim into her beauty
You'll be in the water
That’s when you'll taste,
The aroma of her
Its the smell of ocean
The water of who she is
Still yet you will find
There is pearl of you
Hidden so deep,
In the womb of her ocean,
Within precious line of her soul
And if you don’t understand
All this poetic words
Touch a women's soul
Only then you'll comprehend
The deep meaning of my words


When you touch
Touch a woman
Gaze a little into her pain
That’s only when you'll know
Why she is a woman
You'll see her fragile shoulders,
Are just carrying endless weight
Heavy clouds she might be,
Carrying shower of tears
But its not grey clouds that you'll see
She is all sunshine of smiles
So when you touch:
Touch a woman


So whenever there lust beats
That keeps knocking on your door
Answer it back swiftly
That you have touched
Touched a women
You have all gone
Gone on a exploring journey
Sank deeper than her mountains
You have touched core of her soul
Your whole being just reached
Where no man can ever reach
Climbed the peek of earth
Your breath swept away
Yet you explore
As you touch a woman
Its was merely touching your soul
As deep within her
There is pearl of you


Copyright 2007 Nasra Al Adawi


Inspired by South African saying “When you touch a women, you touch the rock”

~Its About Hope~

Red Dawn, a photo by -yury- on Flickr.

I’m singing Hope
Sparkling through
The cloudy night
Rising dawn
Absorbing darkness
I’m a firm believer
That hope strikes through
A sunshine fading the night
Evidently I’m here
Over all the turbulent sky
I’m singing hope
Look at it: A new journey
Is just right here
Turning to be a new beginning
Deserving to be a song of hope

Copyright 2012, Nasra Al Adawi

There is no story

Scars or shields / Cicatrices o escudos, a photo by victor_nuno on Flickr.

It took me a long moment to think what I would like to write over here. What does this photo represent and the message that I want to carry on here. Is a story of woman worn out and chipped off and unable to glue back on what had occurred in the past. Or purely just a story of a wood that her time is approaching to an end and that the fate of life is ending here. Wooden chips are torn out from her soul. Remaining thin-skinned exposed but silently resisting and accepting this fate remain absolute hard. Who would easily be tolerable, welcoming their end. The fact of life, is not easy to let go of life as simple as that

Is It Something To Be Angry About

Woman's eye closed, a photo by Itani stock photos on Flickr.

I don’t know how many who feels like this….Can you blame me if I feel tired of being a woman…As I stood in mid of court ..To defend a principle that I’m a good wife ..And wearing abaya ..Really does not translate being a good wife..Sharia did not state all women have to wear abaya ..So lets close the case and lets live on..They say please your husband..What about his bonding words..Agreement from beginning of a marriage..He accepted that I do not wear abaya..Let me be the decision maker for wanting to wear abaya or not… How many women out there faces this.. How many women have changed their way of life… As they think it’s a silly issue to keep battling about ..Or it cannot be discussed…Or even feel that they will miss our Creator’s blessing as  woman can not voice out such topic…


I would Love To Hear Women Point of View ???

2012 Nasra Al Adawi Thoughts

~Tough Moments~

When writing gets tough

It’s Mr. Poetry had taken off

How could I be deserted

So I call on you Mr. Poetry

Its tough to be without you

Feeling alone without words

Here the end of a poet

So to take me on

A room to lean on you

As I’m no longer Nasra

Without your inspirational words

Nor poetic thoughts

That keeps me really going

So when writing gets tough

Inspire me with words

Allow me to birth poetry

That’s when I am

In tip of sublime existence

Copyright 2012 Nasra Al Adawi  

Underestimating

42-15570021, a photo by aloha): on Flickr.

Yes it was me...Full of confidence…I told myself that I’m a strong woman..I would not fall in a trap easily…Was so full of myself..But lessons of life was waiting for me…To teach me new lessons that I happen to miss before..I would not learn easily except to face the smacks of waves..I can tell you now the hits are no way gentle.. And yes my world had fallen apart…I wanted to stand still refusing to submit to tears..But my womanly tears fell anyways.. That’s when I knew tears untied with gender..As any human being can cry when feeling pain and hurt …I somehow felt the courage to carry on.. So what if I continue alone..The tie had been set loose.. Here I am feeling so gifted through weakness and strength..
Copyright 2012 Nasra Al Adawi

~The Path Is Mine~

Sometimes it is okay to be confused

Road taken yesterday or even now

Perhaps is not the path for the future

Direction has been changed

Feelings are not the same

I’m the same woman but with different direction

I have left the past and I’m walking within a new path  

 Once was confused but now determine to hit the road

So let me be, a woman who makes her choice

Making her mind on her own

Whether with heals, or flat shoes

I creating my own style, taking my own pace

Copyright 2012 March