Fawzeya Mohamed Alsendi
Fawzeya Mohamed Alsendi
Poet, Reiki Jin Kei Do Master
Founder & Manager of the Bahrain Reiki center
OBJECTIVE:
To live my life with compassion and wisdom, to learn with all the being the pure love and light.
EDUCATION:
Bachelors of Commerce – University of Cairo1977-
Reiki Jin Kei Do Master – Japanese -Sydney, Australia2008-
EnerSense...
To the Room, to its ever hidden Door
(Excerpts from a long poem)
Who are you scared of?
In a hurry, you kick the thresholds
with feet smaller than their steps.
You roll the stairs down towards you
to let the smell of sleep approach
and . . . steal away a body,
bleeding like a sparrow’s...
from Less Than Ink
Fawzia Al-Sindi
Translated by Bahaa-eddin M. Mazid
Ask any war
of victory
and you will be answered
with mountains of blood,
piles of corpses.
Snow is the memory
of the dead.
Kafka –
a precious stone
perfected by the carving
of a chisel….
If I were a stone,
I would ignore
the burning
of every wave that hits me.
The affliction of a wound
is not its...
Awakening
1.
Awaken, O boughs of passion,
saddle the winds with your exhausted words.
Awaken, like roots craving the taste of salt,
like an echo wandering on a rainy night.
Who is there awaiting the bitter drug
of the streets? The dangerous embers of life….
Stare and you will see in me a mirage that sleeps
and awakens...
A Youth I Did Not Know-A Mellowness I Cannot Remember
An indifferent Youth-An Unmementos maturity
I see myself in your eyes,
I see my weary feet pilfering the cold mud
My clothes hoarded in an atmosphere of worry
Distracted shadows that track my deception,
Complaining tears, thirsty from a cheek unguided by me.
I pity the miserable atmosphere without you.
The bracelets of gloom...
Blame No one
Who else besides you trusts the deluded clouds,
Who else besides you grieves thus without cause,
Who else besides you misplaces his shoes outside the door,
Who else besides you explains the leaves’ coldness untiringly,
Who else besides you urges the globe towards oneself,
Who else has nothing,
Who else is like you, oh carcass.
Thus,...
Celebration of Body
Do not whoop in the presence of obsequies ready for wedding
This is a fire defaming the family in the likeliness of ashes
The outsets jolted
May be it is a homicide returning from the hell of funerals
Maybe it is a homicide garbed in the cracks of fear
Having selected the city
May be...
The Luxury of the Serpent
Remote
I do not see myself,
Ashen occupied by letters
I shatter to reunite
Dark language embraces me: a descendent of hell,
Observing the ashes
Proud and listening like a bashful candelabra
I begin
I transform as I start:
Like a storm I love the air that breaks the conviction of dust,
I ascend followed by admirers
My destruction is...
To Her
Dedicated to: Virginia Wolf
To a bounded woman,
Burdened by a lifeless stone, that is cast between her ribs,
Branded by a repressive history that tossed her away,
She defied the frigidity of her secret,
To Plunge herself towards blind latches,
She approached death, with the ascending sweetness of eternal emaciation:
The grass did...
Banners of the Heart
I confess
I disperse, like blood shed from the soil’s raindrops, the adapted capitals transformed in secrecy, between the palms of my hands, into platforms for collective laughter.
I wander my journey’s provision: thirst of the deprived my biography: alienation to the bone
I play “with the cold letter, the verge of...