Friday, August 24, 2012


Love goes on after a loved one dies
Since only the body in the grave lies.

The bond of love continues on and on…
It is felt in your heart after the beloved is gone.

So never tell the bereaved, “have closure” after loss
Forget this word and from your vocabulary cross.

Closure is used in deals and for bank accounts
But, love can’t be closed or measured in amounts.

Love goes on and has no door,
To lock and choose not to open anymore.

And if it is a mother who lost a child like me,
Don’t expect her to have a door with a magic key.

For love never dies with one’s own child,
A fact to which some are unfortunately blind.

Accept that love goes beyond a child’s death,
Felt by a mother as she takes each breath.

So please don’ t ask her to have closure and forget,
This will be the worst advice she can ever get.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2012, Copyright©
Author, Summer Rays: Solace for Bereaved Parents
Written in loving memory of my daughter,
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

ليلة القدر -اعادة نشر

"أمي! ليلة القدر هلت اطلبي ما تشائين
ادع لي ولأخوتي ولباقي المحبين
التمسي الصبر لك والرحمة لي يا أغلى الغاليين
ادع فأبواب السماوات مفتوحة للقانطين
ربنا يسمع ويلبي دعاء الخاشعين
و يحقق الأماني للذين على صلاتهم مواظبين
"أمي! إن شاء الله سيحقق لك ما تتمنين

يا ابنتي! لا أريد إلا أن تكوني بالجنة تتمتعين
تحيط بك الورود و الأزهار و الرياحين
وأن تكوني من الذين هم على الأرائك متكئين
تجلسين بجوار الشهداء و الصديقين
كما أريد أن أضمك إلى صدري وأنا بعالم النائمين
نتحادث كما كنا نفعل عبر الأيام والسنين
و أن يحفظ لي أباك وأخاك وأختك والمقربين

أمي أنا في ديار رب العالمين"
في كنف الرحمن، أتمنى أن تطمأنين
"سأزورك في حلم دون أن تتوقعين
©رنده ربحي حماده
سمر معنا "٢٠١١"
جميع الحقوق محفزظة للمؤلفة 2011

Vocabulary Assignment, "Stereotype List"

  • The selfish sadist who does not seem to care about anything or anyone.  He has lost his faith due to a traumatizing incident that happened to him when he was younger.  He openly desecrates anything that has religious value to others, because he finds it stupid for people to believe in such things.

  • The lazy student who barely comes to class, copies down the main ideas of the lesson from others, and pays no attention to inconsequential details.

  • The mad, balding scientist wearing glasses with huge frames, who lives an extremely isolated antisocial lifestyle.  Dies old and alone when he is in his mid fifties due to a poisonous concoction that was  accidentally slipped into his drink by his pet monkey.
  • The old lady who lives alone with her 10 pet cats in an isolated house too big for one person known as the ‘haunted house’.  She lays all day in front of the television talking to her cats as she awaits her ‘stories’ to come on.  Her cadaverous appearance supports her feeling of feeling dead inside.

  • The beneficent successful man who reached his newly found status of wealth by working his way up.  He constantly gives back to the poorer members of society, because he understands what they are going through.

  • The austere mother who has driven her children away from her as a result of her strict conduct.  She is not emotionally attached to her children as a result of her discontent in her marriage to a man 25 years her senior.

  • The juvenile delinquent who commits infractions such as pillage frequently hoping to get a bit of attention from his alcoholic, depressed mother.

  • The redoubtable revolutionary that is loved by many for his strength, vision, and ability.

  • The vulnerable girl in her teens who was impregnated by someone who fooled her into thinking he was in love with her.

  • The short man suffering from the Napoleon Syndrome who prates constantly about his ‘accomplishments’ in order to get some respect.

  • The punctilious housewife who suffers from obsessive compulsive disorder.  She irons her husbands shirts three times, because anything other than that will just not do.

  • The stalwart repressed young man, who stood bravely in front of his repressors fighting for his peoples’ rights.
 Samar Al-Ansari
Grade 11.5 
3 January  2004                                                        

Friday, August 03, 2012

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Thank You

Thank you,
 for telling me
what I yearn to hear
 about my daughter,
my most dear.

Seeing you,
 makes me feel
her near.
I feel your love,
apparent and
in your eyes, clear.

Thank you,
 for being
and for your visits
despite your discomfort
when I shed a tear.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2012, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

August 2012