"Hawk Roosting” Commentary

The “Hawk Roosting” revolves around one key idea, control. Control is evident through various aspects of the poem and is a key factor of the theme. The theme of this piece being, although we stem from Creation, we are in control of our lives to a great extent due to our divine right of dominance. This idea is symbolized through the literal theme of the hawk’s control over life; “My feet are locked upon the rough bark. It took the whole of Creation to produce my foot, my each feather: Now I hold Creation in my foot”(lines 10-12). The irony of this stanza alone is sufficient enough to determine theme. The hawk’s foot, that took all of Creation to make, is locked upon a tree bark that is also made by Creation. Thus although both the tree and hawk are made by the same forces, the hawk still has control over the tree’s life by putting its foot on the tree’s bark. This theme can be taken to another level and be applied to man, who is symbolized by the powerful, superior hawk. Man is the dominant creation on land and exerts its power and control over other life forms, much like the hawk. Through various stylistic devices, Hughes successfully manages to create an excellent understanding of the theme.

Appointing the hawk as the speaker of the poem has a tremendous impact on effectively displaying theme. Hawks are known to be powerful, majestic, dignified, and superior life forms. Man is also known to have these features; therefore it is easy to draw a parallel between the two. There is such a great similarity between the two to the extent that the reader might think the speaker is a man if not for the title of the poem. Thus by creating such a strong parallel, Hughes effectively takes his theme onto a deeper, more metaphorical level. A significant salient feature of this poem is the use of first person point of view. By using first person point of view Hughes emphasizes the control and power of the hawk; “I kill where I please because it is all mine.” (line 14). The use of personal pronouns such as “I” has such a drastic effect on displaying power and control. The repetition of the personal pronouns in this particular line merely reiterates the hawk’s power and control. If Hughes chose to write in third person point of view, the theme would not have been as clearly exhibited as it is while using first person point of view; “My eye has permitted no change. I am going to keep things like this.” (lines 23-24). By starting these two lines with personal pronouns, Hughes is reiterating the control of the hawk over life. First person point of view makes the reader feel as if the hawk is talking directly to him/her, and the frequent use of pronouns merely adds an extensive amount of control and power to the poem.

“Hawk Roosting” has a very specific and clear order to it. It is composed of six four-line stanzas made up of relatively short sentences. The purpose of having an identical number of lines in each of the stanzas is to strengthen the theme; this form is merely a display of control. Since the poem is written in first person point of view in the voice of the hawk, the reader feels as if he is being talked to by the hawk. Thus by having and orderly and repetitive form, the reader feels as if the hawk is even controlling the poem. There is an element of divine right in the poem (5th stanza), and the fact that there is a specific number of lines per stanza soothes the reader and persuades him into accepting the divine right of the hawk to rule. The control and divine right exhibited through the structure of the poem emphasize the last line of the poem, “I am going to keep things like this”; only the hawk has the power and right to change things. Short sentences were used throughout the poem in order to present bold statements; bold statements are a sign of power. Punctuation plays a key role in this poem. Firstly, some of the periods are used to make the sentences bold, ‘The sun is behind me.” (line 21). This line alone will not have the same effect as the line with a period at the end due to the boldness accompanied with the period. Another important function of the punctuation is to indicate caesural pauses. Caesural pauses are used throughout the poem to emphasize the hawk’s control. “I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed” (line 1). The comma in this line empathizes the personal pronouns, clearly exhibiting the extent of the hawk’s control. The caesural pauses also give the reader time to digest the thought and the opportunity to recognize the significance of the line; “I kill where I please because it is all mine.” (line 15). The period at the end of the line indicates a caesural pause and enables the reader to digest the thought at hand. Thus the reader comes to a clear understanding of the complete and utter control of the hawk.

There are several ideas and messages hidden in this poem circulating around the theme. Firstly, the idea that the hawk has a divine right to be in control is exhibited in the fifth stanza. Choice of words such as allotment, meaning ration, imply that it is predestined for the hawk to kill. Thus it his divine right to do so. “For the one path of my flight is direct through the bones of the living.” (lines 19-20). The phrase path of my flight adds a spirituality to the poem implying the divine right and specific duty the hawk has to fulfill. Another idea in this poem is that things were meant to suit the hawk; “The convenience of the high trees! The air’s buoyancy and the sun’s ray are of advantage to me:” (lines 5-7). The word convenience strongly suggests that things were made to suit the hawk, implying that Creation went out of its way to make the hawk’s duty within reach. These two ideas further strengthen the parallel between the hawk and man, therefore strengthening understanding of theme. Man has divine right over other creation to rule on land, and Creation did create the world for man.

The tone of the speaker is a very proud one. The pride in the hawk’s tone strengthens the idea of him being a superior animal and his power; “The sun is behind me.” (line 21). The reader senses a great deal of pride from the hawk, because he is saying that the sun, one of the most magnificent creations, is behind him. The sun that provides all living organisms with warmth is beneath the hawk. Through lines 21 and 9, the reader recognizes a pattern of the hawk belittling other forms of creation. As for the atmosphere, it is a very peaceful and calming one. The idea of divine right implied through this poem makes the reader believe that everything is as it should be, and that the hawk has a predestined control over life. Even though there is talk about killing and death (line 15), the reader still feels at ease, because of the divine right of the hawk’s control. The last line, “I’m going to keep things like this”, has a significant calming effect on the reader, because of man’s constant fear of change. Hughes decided to take man’s fear of change to his advantage and set a calming tone.

Hughes deliberately chose to not use a lot of description and imagery in this poem. There is barely any imagery whatsoever, and the two main images are very bluntly stated. “I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed” exhibits an image of a hawk sitting at a great height. Since height symbolizes control, the image is used to capture the idea of control. Another image, “the sun is behind me”, displays an image of a hawk with creation behind him. This image also strengthens the theme and control of the hawk. These images represent ideas more than they represent actual pictures. Hughes deliberately excluded extensive imagery, because if the images displayed the beauty of nature, or other creation, it would contradict the superiority of the hawk. Nature is work of the Creator, and this poem is told to the reader through the voice of a proud hawk. There are no metaphors or similes either, because that would belittle the hawk and take away from his proud tone.

Hughes carefully chose the words used in the poem in order to assert the control of the hawk. First of all, many words were used to make it seem as if the hawk’s control was matter of fact. Words such as buoyancy and allotment imply that there is a scientific reasoning for his control. ‘Creation’ was used deliberately instead of God, in order for Hughes to exclude religion from the poem and include spirituality. The use of the word ‘foot’ is a clear example of the hawk’s pride. It is very belittling for Creation to be held in a foot; Hughes could have chosen any another body part, but he chose foot because it is belittling.

There is no specific rhyme scheme, or obvious sound devices such as alliteration. Hughes did this in order for the hawk’s control to seem very matter of fact and not fabricate as a result of the hawk’s pride. Since it is through first person point of view, if there was a rhyming scheme, all the reader would picture was a proud hawk.
By creating a proud hawk that believes it is his divine right to be in control Hughes draws the parallel line between the speaker of the poem an man. Through other stylistic approaches such as diction, form, absence of imagery, etc., Hughes manages to create a solid understanding of the theme.


Samar Al Ansari
12 IB

SAMAR

I am glad we named you SAMAR
A short name with so much power
You darling added to it glamour
And the scent of a special flower
With your charisma, charm and color
A name I miss every minute and hour
I miss calling you as I call your brother
And your sister, beloved Qadar
And I yearn for your reply: “Yes mother”
When I hear people talking to each other
Mentioning the word summer
It breaks my heart; I miss you, SAMAR

Summer Rays Copyright© 2009
by Randah Ribhi Hamadeh
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

Samar's Drawings (28), 8th Grade

War Quote

“They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet or fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.”

By Ernest Hemingway

Samar Al-Ansari 11.5

Feb 26, ‘05

More from Gibran

I shall live beyond death, and I shall sing in your ears

Even after the vast sea- wave carries me back

to the vast sea-depth.

I shall sit at your board though without a body,

and I shall go with you to your fields, a spitit invisible.

I shall come to you at your fireside,a guest unseen.

Death changes nothing but the mask that covers our faces.

The woodsman shall still be a woodsman,

The ploughman,a ploughman,

and he who sang his song to the wind

shall sing it also to the moving spheres.

_Khalil Gibran

I Love My Sister

I love my sister
My only sister
She’s there for me
When I get a blister

I know she loves me
And I love her
Without her I can’t
Be happier

By Samar Al Ansari

1997-1998

Friends in Grief

Two bereaved mothers
met for an hour
became pals for ever
Friends in grief

I never knew Um Samar
until my son died.
Thousands of miles away she called
to comfort and console
Um Samar lost her daughter 3 years ago today
I lost my son
Almost 23 months ago today

We met only once,
Um Samar and I, for just an hour
She arrived draped in sorrow and aches
I was there drained and in despair.
Our eyes said it all
The enormity of the pain was too great not to behold
We held hands in affection and compassion
And when she looked thru my streaming tears,
my pain eased.

She showed me Samar’s photo,
Samar, glowing with life and beauty
I showed her my Haas’s last pictures,
Haas handsome and fit till the very end

Um Samar and I
Two bereaved mothers
met for an hour
became pals for ever

We sat in stillness and silence
until the sun set down
Until the day said goodbye
We felt safe to shed tears.
We held each other in love and peace.
No more alone,
But walking together into the pathway of grief.
hand in hand following our destinies.

We are two bereaved mothers
Who met for an hour
and became pals for ever

Friends in grief are true friends indeed.

By Najwa- Haas’mom
4 Sept 2009

Three Years

Mother, why do you keep
calling my name?
You know I’m with you
though nothing is the same.

I‘m always there
to relieve your pain
of not seeing nor touching me,
nor hearing my voice again.

Don’t worry I visit you
every single day
Whether you’re awake,
asleep, and when you pray.

As you lie
on the sofa or bed,
I rest my head Mother,
next to your head.

Listen to my voice
when I whisper in your ear
Even from afar,
to you, it’s still near.

When you hug my picture
to give me a kiss,
I return it
Dear Mother, with bliss.

I know how painful it is
for you to go on…
Now three years passed
since I have been gone.

Wipe your tears, Mother
and give me a smile,
I know those three years
weren’t a short while.

But I also know
that you’re very strong
You survived my death
by keeping me, where I belong.

You kept my legacy
all these years alive
Without it, we wouldn’t
have been able to survive.

And Mother, I’m closer
to you now than before,
As we have become One
Not two anymore.

You must know
that I love you so…
I’m always with you
and will never let go...

I hope it lessens
your unbearable pain
For you to know I’m with you
I say it now, and forever again…

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2009, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari

In Loving Memory of Beloved Samar: Sunset in Oia

"Wake Me Up When September Ends"

Summer has come and passed

The innocent can never last

wake me up when September ends

like my father's come to pass

even years has gone so fast

wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again

falling from the stars

drenched in my pain again

becoming who we are

as my memory rests

but never forgets what I lost

wake me up when September ends

summer has come and passed

the innocent can never last

wake me up when September ends

ring out the bells again

like we did when spring began

wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again

falling from the stars

drenched in my pain again

becoming who we are

as my memory rests

but never forgets what I lost

wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed

The innocent can never last

wake me up when September ends

like my father's come to pass

twenty years has gone so fast

wake me up when September ends

wake me up when September ends

wake me up when September ends

Green Day Lyrics

September 2009

ولكن اسمك لا يزال يردده الأغراب قبل الخلان

وسيرتك تدوي يا حبيبتي في أرجاء كل مكان

وعبيرك يا أحلى وأعبق زهرة في البستان

عطر الحبيب والغريب فغار منك الريحان

"من قصيدة "عام مضى يا ابنتي الحبيبة سمر

The Beast Within

Objective: Discuss Golding’s purpose and the ways in which it is achieved.

We are all beasts deep down. It sounds awful doesn’t it? What’s awful is that it’s true. In Lord of the Flies, William Golding addresses the theme that every man has a beast within that is tamed by society. As a result, when society is diminished, man’s beast is set free, and his savagery emerges. In the novel, the boys started off things in a civilized manner, but as the plot progressed and order and civilization began to lose their importance, the boys became savage. Authors use writing as a median to express their thoughts/opinions, or to fulfill a certain goal; all authors have purposes. Golding’s purpose was to convey his timeless and universal theme. Lord of the Flies was written shortly after World War II, a period directly after a time in which in inhumanity and darkness of man’s heart was at its peak. Golding used this novel to send a message, the message being the theme of the novel. Golding’s timeless theme is conveyed through the absence of referral to time, type of characters in the novel, use of symbols, and through author’s style.

Throughout the novel, there was no concrete reference to time. Some could argue that there were some references to time such as hair length and day/night, but these were subtle references used to advance and develop plot; “Toward noon, as the floods of light fell more nearly to the perpendicular, the stark colors of the morning were smoothed in pearl and opalescence” (58). This reference to time (noon), was used to create an image and introduce the plot of the chapter. Golding didn’t include references to time, because his theme was timeless and universal. He wanted people all over the world regardless of what time period to be able to familiarize with his theme. It is known to the leader that there was a war being fought in the ‘real’ world, but again, there was no reference to which war was being fought, “Didn’t you hear what the pilot said? About the atom bomb? They’re all dead” (14). Golding also refrained from mentioning material things such as books or toys, because as times change, so do peoples’ tastes and preferences. Golding had an important message that he wanted to deliver, so he did purposely did not include any references to time in order for his message to be timeless and universal.

Golding used various types of characters in his novel such as archetypal, real, and symbolic characters in order to achieve his purpose. All his characters appeared in such a way that the reader could familiarize with them. The reader could compare the real characters to people they know, or they could recognize the ideal that the symbolic/ archetypal characters embodied. If the reader recognized the characters, then it would make understanding the theme much easier. In the novel, Ralph served as the real character; he was the fallible young man that everyone could identify with: “Ralph too was fighting to get near, to get a handful of that brown, vulnerable flesh. The desire to squeeze and hurt was over-mastering”(115). Ralph was not perfect, he had his moment of weakness; he was flawed, like the rest of the world. His savagery emerged at a point in the novel, emphasizing Golding’s theme of the beast within. The characters also work on a symbolic level because Golding wanted to include ideals, or perfect examples of things in the society he created, so he personified them. Simon was the archetypal character of kind heartedness, “Simon, sitting between the twins and Piggy, wiped his mouth and shoved his piece of meat over the rocks to Piggy” (74). Simon was the perfect example of the kind hearted man, a Christ figure, included in the novel as a personification of kindness. His similarity with Christ also added spirituality to the society. Roger on the other hand was the foil character to Simon, he was the archetype of a sadist, “Roger led the way straight through the castles, kicking them over, burying the flowers, scattering the chosen stones” (60). Roger was the perfect example of man who’s beast has been set free with the absence of order and society, “Roger stopped, picked up a stone, aimed, and threw it at Henry-threw it to miss” (62). When Roger realized that no adults were present, his beast began to emerge, and as the story progressed and order began to diminish, Roger became more and more evil. When he killed Piggy, his beast was fully exposed. As for allegorical figures, Piggy was the allegory of logic, and he represented the adult voice in society, “Like kids!’ he said scornfully. ‘Acting like a crowd of kids!”(30).
Piggy was the voice of reason in their society, he tamed the beast within the boys to a degree, especially Ralph’s beast. Jack was the allegory of anarchy in the novel, his anarchy led for his beast to emerge as well as others’ beasts. Jack’s anarchy was first evident in the first argument between him and Ralph over shelter vs. meat/needs vs. wants, “We needed meat,”(71). The characters’ dual functions, symbolic and real, were an effective way of achieving purpose.

Another method of conveying his theme, was through Golding’s use of symbols. His own theme is symbolic, the beast within, meaning the evil within man’s heart. He used symbols to include the ideals essential to conveying his theme. The fire was symbolic of order and civilization, and as the fire began to lose its importance, civilization began to diminish, releasing the beasts within the boys. “The fire’s the most important thing. Without the fire we can’t be rescued. I’d like to put on war-paint and be a savage. But we must keep the fire burning” (142). In this quote Ralph conveys the theme; if the fire runs out, they will become savage. The fire represents civilization and if that is diminished, the evil within man will emerge, and he will become savage. As for the conch, it represented law and order, “That’s what the shell is called. I’ll give the conch to the next person to speak. He can hold it when he’s speaking” (33). The conch started losing its importance and anarchy began to emerge, “Conch! Conch!’ shouted Jack. ‘We don’t need the conch anymore”(101-102). When people like Jack began to neglect the conch, their savagery emerged. The Lord of the Flies symbolized the inner devil, “You know perfectly well you’ll only meet me down there- so don’t try to escape” (143). Simon’s conversation with the Lord of the Flies displayed the theme fully; only after their conversation is the reader fully aware of the beast’s identity. “You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?”(143). Finally, the beast symbolized the darkness within man’s heart, “However Simon thought of the beast, there rose before his inward sight the picture of a human at once, heroic and sick”(103). Simon was the only one aware of the beast’s true identity, the others were unaware of the beast’s identity, which then led to problems between the boys. Jack for example used the beast to manipulate the boys, and for a source of power. People began to go to Jack for protection, which led to crumbling of the original group. It’s ironic how people went to Jack for security because he offered protection from the beast, and the beast being the darkness of man’s heart is no longer tamed in Jack.

Golding uses mood, tone, and diction to convey his theme as well. The diction used in the novel was very simple and easy to understand, because Golding had an important message he wanted to spread and thought that through simplicity, it would be the most understandable. “I’m frightened of us. I want to go home. Oh God, I want to go home” (157). The simplicity of the diction in the quote created a better understanding of the theme to the reader. As for Golding’s tone, it was pessimistic. He was not very critical of man, but man was certainly displayed in a negative manner, “Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of a true wise friend called Piggy” (202). Golding knew that man will not repent, therefore his pessimism was obvious through the novel. His pessimism enables you to regard the theme with a high level of importance, because you realize how horrible man can be. Finally, the mood was very sorrowful. At the end of the novel, the reader feels overwhelmed by his newly acquired knowledge on the nature of man, and is left filled with sorrow. This sorrowful mood enables the reader to fully understand the importance of the theme of the novel. The reader realizes how evil man is, and is left disturbed while digesting this heavy theme.

Golding managed to achieve his purpose effectively, for the reader is left significantly affected by the theme. The timeless theme of the novel was successfully delivered to the reader through the absence of reference to time, character types, various symbols used, and the author’s style. The best confirmation to the success of the timeless theme is that more than fifty years after the novel was published, students still continue to study it in schools all around the world. Through character types, symbols, and author’s style, the reader comes to a full understanding of the theme, and is left disappointed and sorrowful over the darkness of man’s heart.
Samar Al-Ansari 11.5
Oct. 19, ‘04

Dying by Henry Van Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.She is an object of beauty and strength.I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.Then someone at my side says,"There,she is gone." "Gone where?"Gone from my sight.That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side,and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me,not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout," Here she comes!"And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

Blue

How did the phrase “I’m feeling blue” develop? I mean, when I’m sad, I don’t turn any shade of blue, actually I become quite flushed. The color drains from my face until I look quite sick. I’ve always wanted to know that. It’s weird, because blue is such a beautiful color, and it doesn’t indicate any sadness or grief. I think the term should be “I’m feeling black”. But wait, maybe people will consider that a racist statement.

Samar Al-Ansari 11.5

Oct. 3, ‘04

بالشروق تعانقيني

،وجدتك سمر مرة أخرى بالشروق
تعانقيني
،وبدفء أشعة لندن، يا حبيبتي
تستقبليني
،ومع بزوغ نور النهار يا ابنتي

تضميني
ليتني أستطيع إخبارك أنني أعلم
بأنك بكل خطوة
ترافقيني
ومع كل شعاع من أشعة الشمس

تشاهديني
ومع كل دقة من دقات قلبي
تسمعيني
و تقولين لي
أمي، أنا معك أينما ذهبت"

تأخذيني
كيف لا؟ و أنا بفؤادك
تحمليني
!أمي، جففي دموعك
أنا هنا معك بلندن

وبكل أرض تطأها قدماك
تلاقيني
،لم أجد أجمل من الشروق لاستقبالك

حتى تعرفيني
أمي، ابتسمي للشروق من أجلي
فبابتسامتك تقبليني
حدقي بالشمس! تجدين وجهي مبتسما
وحتما ستريني
تكلمي وكل ما عندك قصيه
واخبريني
ابعثي لي التحيات وأجملها أمي

اهديني
سأرد عليك بمثلها أمي الحبيبة

"صدقيني

©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)

جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة 2009

تحدث عن مظاهر الاحتفال بشهر رمضان في البحرين

يصوم المسلمون شهر رمضان وهو تاسع شهر من الأشهر الإسلامية والعربية، يسبقه شهر شعبان ويأتي بعده شهر شوال. نزل القرآن في العشرة الأواخر من شهر رمضان. الصوم لغويا معناه الإمساك، و الصوم شرعا هو الامتناع عن الأكل واشرب من طلوع الفجر إلى المغرب، والامتناع عن الشتم والسب والعادات السيئة الأخرى

مظاهر الاحتفال برمضان بالبحرين كثيرة منها: يعرف شهر رمضان برؤية الهلال من قبل وزارة العدل والشؤون الإسلامية التي تراها وتخبر كل دولة. وبإمكان رجل عاقل بالغ معروف بالثقة أن يخبر وزارة العدل والشؤون الإسلامية بأنه رأى الهلال. قبل زمن طويل كان هناك شخص يسمى المسحراتي ، و المسحراتي كان يقوم وقت السحور ويتمشى في القرية ويطبل و يدق على الأبواب ليوقظهم أما الآن فالمسحراتي ليس موجودا مثل ما كان في قديم الزمان لأن تطورت الدنيا والآن عندنا ساعات ،وتلفزيونات ومذاييع ،فلا يوجد داع للمسحراتي في زمننا هذا. شئ آخر يميز رمضان عن باقي الأشهر الأخرى هو صلاة التراويح. صلاة التراويح تصلى بعد صلاة العشاء وتمتد إلى صلاة الفجر، ولكن أفضل وقت لصلاتها بعد صلاة العشاء مباشرة، وصلاة التراويح سنة مؤكدة يجب علينا أن نصليها. بعد الفطور بساعات قليلة يحب الناس الذهاب إلى الغبقات والخيم الرمضانية. يذهبون ويأكلون ،ويتحدثون ،ويدخنون الشيشة ، ويسمعون أغاني ،ويلعبون الكيرم والنرد. الذهاب إلى تلك الخيم و الغبقات مسلي ومعظم الناس يحبون القيام به. في منتصف شهر رمضان نحتفل بالقرقاعون، وتحتفل به معظم دول الخليج. ما يحدث في القرقاعون هو أن الأطفال يذهبون من باب لباب لابسين اللباس البحريني التراثي ،ويغنون أغنية قرقاعون ويطلبون الحلوى، وأيضا في القرقاعون الرجال يلبسون زي الحصان ويرقصون ويظهرون كأنهم خيول.في رمضان البحرين لها أكلاتها الخاصة مثل السمبوسة بمختلف أنواعها والثريد الذي هو عبارة عن خضروات ولحم وخبز رقاق ، واللقيمات

أحب رمضان ويملأني الفرح ،لأنني أتسلى في رمضان ،وأيضا أكون قريبة من الله. أتمنى أن يأتي رمضان السنة المقبلة وأنا في كامل صحتي وأنا عائشة وأستطيع صوم هذا الشهر المبارك

سمر الأنصاري

الصف الثامن

4/12/2001

رسالة إلى أمي

سمر الأنصاري

الصف الثالث الإبتتدائي

Hurt

“Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails exhibits a deep and serious meaning, which is felt by anyone and everyone. The songwriter (s) chose to write in such a personal way that the reader or listener would feel attached and interested to him. It is worded in such a way, that the reader feels a familiar feeling when reading it. The song isn’t exclusive to the writer, you can interpret it in any way you like.
Everyone has felt that they no longer felt and did as others did at some times, and the writer reveals that feeling in a personal way which grasps the reader or listener’s attention (“ I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel pain ”). In (“ I wear this crown of thorns, upon my liar’s chair ”),it was evident that the writer was writing about a personal experience in which he was an important figure (singer) and he felt that he wasn’t worthy of the position he was in this specific lyric like most of the song’s lyrics are not exclusive to the writer, everyone has felt like they were not worthy of what they have received and felt just like the writer does, bad. Everyone feels like they’re losing control of their lives sometimes, and when the writer talked about it in his song, the reader feels good about someone understanding him and capture the true meaning of the song. The writer talks about the fact that he doesn’t like what he is, but he likes who is (If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself, I would find a way”) and that feeling is really understood by the reader, because he went through the same feeling.
This specific tone which exhibits a deep meaning, but is written in such a way that reminds you of your experiences and really touches your heart. The meaning of the song isn’t written down and exclusive to the writer, its meaning is interpreted by the reader and his own personal experiences.

Samar Al Ansari
Class 10.3
Sept. 19, ‘03

Sunset in Crete

http://www.photoshow.com/members/usamar/all

Why did I die?

Why are all these tears in your eyes?
Why?
I thought mothers should not cry!
They’re the ones
Who keep their children’s eyes dry
How ignorant was I!
A fact I can not deny
Until I left this world,
And reached the sky
And from above
Watched how much you cry
And felt your heartache
Oh, Mother!
Why did I die?

Summer Rays Copyright© 2009
by Randah Ribhi Hamadeh

Greed

It is human nature to be greedy, you always want more than what you have. This is getting to be problem, because as we go into the future, our resources are becoming scarce. Humans have unlimited wants, but unfortunately not enough resources. What will become of the world if man loses his ethics and infringes on people’s rights as individuals and takes their things away from them by force? There are a lot of hungry mouths and not enough food to go around…

Samar Al-Ansari

Grade 11.5

Sep. 21, ‘04

One of Samar's favourite files

Good Intentions

I can't stop thinking , feeling,

although you want me to.

My spirit's hurt and bleeding;

it contaminates,seeps through.



How huge the effort taken,

just going to work each day,

trying to concentrate on my tasks,

while keeping tasks at bay.



So when I leave the office,

the tears and pain swoop back.

The control I've kept on feelings,

released,tight bars relaxed.



Since evenings are my times to feel,

it's hard to stop again,

put them aside and listen,

to"who did what and when."



It's friendly conversation,

and you wish for me to join,

but in holding back my sadness,

I'm walled off too,from joy.



So I sit and staunch the bleeding

that no one else can see.

As the talk goes on around me,

I disappear quietly.

By
Genesse Bourdeau Gentry
Stars in the Deepest Night

قال الشاعر علي الجارم

يصنع الصانعون وردا ولكن وردة الروض لا تضارع شكلا

في ضوء فهمك لنص الفن والطبيعة، قارن بين فكرة البيت السابق وبين ما عرفته من الدرس معززا رأيك بالأدلة في حدود خمسة عشرة سطرا

كل إنسان لديه رأيه الخاص به، وهذا الذي يفرده عن أخيه الإنسان فيجب علينا عدم القول "تفكيرك خاطئ أو تفكيرك صحيح." فلا يوجد رأي خاطئ ورأي صحيح

أمين نخلة فضل الوردة الفنية على الوردة الحقيقية الطبيعية لعدة أسباب. بالنسبة له ‘يظن أن الوردة الفنية فريدة وغير مملة فيقول أن ورود

الحديقة تجعله يشعر بالملل فيرى الورد كله متشابه وينتج نفس الرائحة. أما علي الجارم فيظن أن الوردة الحقيقية أحلى من الوردة الفنية الاصطناعية لأن الوردة الحقيقة لا يشبها شيء لأنه من خلق الله، وكلما حاول الإنسان أن يقلدها أما بصنع مثلها أو برسم وردة مثلها‘فلا يستطيع أن يا أتي بمثل الوردة. فان الوردة الطبيعية، الحقيقة نعمة من الله سبحانه وتعالى ،فأكيد هي أحسن من الوردة التي يصنعها الإنسان.أنا أشارك رأي علي الجارم لأن الوردة الطبيعية بالنسبة لي أجمل بمليون مرة من الوردة الفنية .والوردة الطبيعية تساعدنا في حياتنا اليومية ،فهي مصدر العسل والرائحة الطيبة وتجمل الأرض بألوانها الجميلة

عزيزي القارئ، لا أسألك أن تشاركني الرأي لأنني مثلما قلت من قبل، لكل شخص رأيه الخاص به. ولكن أطلب منك أن لا تنسى الجمال الطبيعي في هذه الدنيا مثل الورود الطبيعية

سمر الأنصاري
الصف العاشر
8\10\2003

Going to Places

Going to places has not been fun
Since the moment you were gone.

I try hard to put a smile on my face
And hide the pain that I within embrace

But still I am asked "Why are your eyes so sad?"
"Do you have any worries or did your day go bad?"

Or they might ask," Are you not well?"
What shall I answer? "I am going through hell".

Suppose I say, "For my beloved daughter I grieve."
They will be in shock, I believe.

I try very hard to get along
And show the world that I am fine and strong.

But the plight that I have faced
Is engraved in my face and can not be erased.

So listen, stranger, do not venture and ask
It is better for you that I keep the mask.

The happiness that I once enjoyed
In going to places is gone, leaving me void.

Summer Rays Copyright© 2009

by Randah Ribhi Hamadeh

Comment of Najwa Mounla- Haas's mom on Summer Rays

Dear Randah- Um Samar

I received your book "Summer Rays" this morning. Immediately I read it from cover to cover. Truly it was a solace.

I'd like to say 'Thank you" .
Thank you for sharing your journey of pain and sorrow with us - the bereaved parents.

While reading it :
I was hearing your painful howl, (my howl)
I was watching your broken heart, (my heart)
I was feeling the dark hole you are in ( my dark hole) and
I was sensing your bruised soul ( my bruised soul) reaching out.

Writing this book could have helped in your healing . And I'd like to say that reading it has been helpful in my healing.

Thank you.

Sharing is Caring (pages 19-21)

August 2009

وكم كانت مؤمنة والهدى على جبهتها ظهر
والقرآن ربيع قلبها حفظت منه العديد من السور

من قصيدة :حدثنني عن ابنتي سمر

Sharing is Caring (17-18)

You Are Not Alone

Michael Jackson - You Are Not Alone lyrics

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asfiKvQxbnM

Sharing is Caring (15-16)

سمريا ملاكي

سمر، ابنتي، حبيبتي، قلبي، روحي، ملاكي
!ها أنا أشاهد الشروق، ليت الناظر عيناك
تبحث عنك عيوني، و بنور الصباح تلقاك
وفي عتمة الليل نجمة تضيئين السماء فأراك
ترافقيني دربي ولكن ينقصه وقع خطاك
أنده عليك وأجدك كلما فؤادي ناداك
لكن اشتقت أن المسك وتلمسني كفاك
أحضنك وأقبلك وأقضي الوقت كله وإياك
أسألك عن يومك وعما أسعدك و أشقاك
بكيتك وأبكيك حتى سئلت "ماذا دهاك؟
!آه يا امرأة !أما شبعت من الشقاء؟ كفاك
لست أول أم تفقد ابنتها ! يوجد الكثير سواك
"اصبري فإن الله سيأجرك إذ الموت ناداك

ما علي بباقي الأمهات! لم يعد في رمق بلاك

رنده ربحي حماده© 2009
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

Books Available

The two books are now available at:

• National Bookshop المكتبة الوطنية , Exhibition Road, Bahrain
• The Bookcase , Budaiya Road, Bahrain

Note: The proceeds will go to charity in SAMAR's name.

Sharing is Caring (13-14)

Smiling

I could feel you smiling

as I opened the book today.

It felt like,"Good for you,Mom.

This will help you on your way."



I love that small connection,

of knowing that you're there.

It's such a special feeling,

a rainbow I can wear.



By Genesse Bourdeau Gentry

Stars in the Deepest Night

Love an open door to unlimited Miracles

Click on the link


http://oldenboom.typepad.com/blog/2009/01/love-an-open-door-to-unlimited-miracles.html

Gone too Soon

Gone Too Soon lyrics
Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon

Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon

Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon

Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon

Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon

Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon

Gone Too Soon


by Usher at Michael Jackson Memorial:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPij9F_CObo

You and I

How much I enjoyed
our being alone,
just you and I!
My beloved daughter,
friend, companion, and ally.
The special time we had,
I’ll cherish until I die.
The silence, talks, walks
and memories made time fly.
I wish the moment hadn’t arrived
for us to say good-bye.
I’ll miss
your look of understanding
into my eye
that says, “Mother,
it’s okay to cry.
You’re yearning for my sister,
your looks imply.
You’re doing your best,
I know how much you try
to hide your pain
and conceal a tear or a sigh.
Beloved mother,
for that don’t feel at all shy.
Allow me to share your thoughts
and your tears dry
for when I was a child,
you sang me a song or a lullaby
and comforted me
when my fears
were about to intensify.
Now it’s my turn
to ease your pain even if I
have to get you
a piece of the sky.
Rest assured, dear mother,
my sister didn’t die.
I see her alive in you,
a fact that I can’t deny.”

Summer Rays
Copyright© 2009 by Randah Ribhi Hamadeh

Cold Play-42 with lyrics

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7XQfyHCrx8

One of SAMAR's favorite bands. I am sure she would have liked this song......

Um SAMAR

Summer Rays

Summer Rays :Solace for Bereaved Parents

by Randah Ribhi Hamadeh (Author)
Publisher: iUniverse.com (July 1, 2009)
Language: English
Available in three formats:

Perfect Bound Soft Cover
ISBN: 9781440151606
Format: Dust Jacket Hardcover
ISBN: 9781440151620
E-Book
ISBN: 9781440151613

Available from:

iUniverse.com:

http://www.iuniverse.com/Bookstore/BookSearchResults.aspx?Search=summer%20rays

Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Rays-Solace-Bereaved-Parents/dp/1440151628/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1247256032&sr=1-1

Barnes and Noble:

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/results.asp?WRD=Summer+Rays&r=1&box=Summer%20Rays&pos=-1

Sharing is Caring (11-12)

Sharing is Caring (pages 9-10)

Come fly with me

Come fly with me, mom
We’ll go places you’ve never seen,
Sights of which you only dreamed
You, like me, will be free
To wander in space
with love and peace.

I like to fly with you, son
Reminiscing of days bygone
Journeys we did before you were gone
I had no care in the world, then,
except to be with you, my son,
to visit lands we read about
places we imagined and liked

Come with me, mom
Bring your steady coloured wings
Flutter them against the wind
And they’ll carry you
beyond the horizon and the skies.

I love to fly with you, son
But I’m sorry my wings are not working
Since my heart was broken
when you left suddenly to the other side
Can I fly if I set them aside?

Yes, you can fly, mom
But make sure you leave your luggage
of sorrow and grief behind,
they are heavy they’ll slow you down.
No need to bring my photo Albums and poetry books.
There is no use for my PC, CDs and DVDs.
Here, you can do all in one click, a glance or a wink.

I’d love to fly with you my son
But I can’t go away without
My memories, my past
They are my link to you my son.

If you like to fly with me, mom
Trust yourself and your son
Your fate is what you are now,
A mother whose only son has gone
Centre yourself against the storm
Raise your head up and be proud
A single parent in a youthful life.
Stand upright, leave your fears behind
Then whoosh up into space.
You’ll find me waiting for you there
To carry you on a rainbow
to the magic world of the stars afar

Oh! How much I’d like to fly with you my son
But my wounds need to heal
Before I can fly
The deep cuts are hurting and full of puss
I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you my son
To hear you, smell you, touch you -
I‘ll practice taking off from the ground.
In spite of the pain and aches
I’ll get training all day and all night
I’ll carry a light weight bag filled with hope and trust.
And bring with me one identification paper: Haas’s mom

You’ll fly mom, I know you can fly
Open your arms, let go of the past
Lift yourself smoothly off to the skies
Keep your heart calm
and your eyes to the stars
Look for me, I’ll be in sight
Hold my hand tight
and together we zoom into the light
Where love and peace reside
You’ll fly
Yes, you will, you will fly.
When you let go, when you let me go-
That is when you will fly.

By Najwa Mounla
(Haas Mroue's Mother)

He is Gone

You can shed tears that he is gone
Or you can smile because he has lived

You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back
Or you can open and see all that he has left

Your heart can be empty because you can't see him
Or you can be full of the love that you shared

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday

You can remember him and only that he is gone
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind, be empty
and turn your back
Or you can do what he would
want: smile,open your eyes, love and go on.

David Harkins,1981

جودي

افتحي الباب بمعجزة وعودي
يا وردة، لا بل يا أجمل الورود
وضمدي جرحي بتقبيل رأسي وخدودي
طالعيني بأحلى العيون، عيونك السود
وطوقيني بعطرك الذي غار منه المسك والعود
جودي علي وتصدقي واكسري كل القيود
واستأذني رب الكون أن تتركي عالم اللحود
القادر على كل شيء ، يميت ويحي دون قيود
كيف لي أن أحيا حتى لو كنت بجنة الخلود ؟
فحياتي دونك بلا معنى ولا داع لوجودي
ترجي واطلبي الرحمة لي فلن يبخل الودود
عودي، فشوقي وحنيني تجاوزا كل الحدود
رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2009

Sharing is Caring (pages 7-8)

July 2009

ذهبت من عالمنا ولكنها ما زالت تبرق ما اختفت

نورها ساطع كالشمس، قلوب كثيرة نورت

ورغم عمرها القصير عيون كثيرة عليها أدمعت

وبخلقها الطيب كالشجرة،حب الناس أثمرت

"من قصيدة "ستة أشهر مضت

Sharing is Caring (pages 5-6)

Sharing is Caring (pages 3-4)

Sharing is Caring (Pages 1-2)

رددي اسمي

رددي اسمي، الذي يخشى ترديده الأخريين
وعن ذكره امي، يتوقعونك أن تتوقفين
فذكر اسمي يحزنهم، و بذلك هم معذورين
لكن كيف تغفل أم عن ذكر ابنتها للمحبين؟
!عجبا، بعد أن فارقت الحياة يريدونك تصمتين
ليتهم يسمعونك أمي! سأكون لهم من الشاكرين
لا عليك ! فهناك دائما أذان تصغى حين تتكلمين
وتعلم أن نكبة الأم مختلفة، تبقى إلى أبد الآبدين
وفقد الضنى لا تداويه الأيام والشهور والسنين
وأن دواءك هو بالتحدث عني كأخوتي الباقيين
رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2009

Permission to Mourn

Is granted to the holder of this certificate

Is here entitled to publicly acknowledge his/her loss,
mourn openly,to share narratives of the loss,
and to recruit social support in his/her own way and
time,without apology or embarrassment.

Tears,memories,silence,uncertainty,and strong emo-
tions are hearby enfranchised.

Please treat the griever with kindness, compassion, and love.

This certificate has no expiration date.

Diary Entry

Dear Diary,
Fear doesn’t even begin to describe the state of absolute terror that I’m in. How I long for the days when it was accepted for me to openly cry and not be condemned for it, how I wish I could be a littlun that could cry freely and have someone reassure him. I am scared of being in charge, I am scared of the fact that we might never be rescued, and I am scared of people turning against me. But, I can’t show the others my fear, because then they will underestimate my abilities as their leader. My tears will show weakness, and my strength is all they admire.

Maybe I am not supposed to be the leader. I have been trying so hard to make the others feel comfortable in this unpleasant setting, but I feel that I am failing them. As the days diminish so does the state of order and civilization, no one seems to want to listen to me anymore, especially Jack. I am desperately trying to do things with the peoples’ best interests in mind, while Jack is going about things in a selfish manner. I snapped at him the other day, I know I shouldn’t have; a good leader is tolerant. Why did they choose me as their leader? Was it because of the damned conch that nobody seems to know how to respect? I am not going to lie, it felt incredible when I saw the majority of hands go up to vote for me. I felt accepted, admired, even liked, but now, with Jack on the rise, what if people forget about me, because Jack might promise them their wants and not their needs? I am not saying that I am a great leader, on the contrary, but I know that I am better for these kids than Jack. Only the ignorant will go with Jack, but then again, everyone is somewhat ignorant.

Piggy would make a good leader, he is smart, very smart, but unfortunately leaders must obtain a certain image, which Piggy doesn’t have. I don’t like to admit this to him, but without him, I don’t know what I’d do. His comments have truly helped me, and his glasses did start the fire. I could never tell him this though, because I don’t want him to have a big head, like Jack.

I lay here on the shore with the starlit sky as my only source of light, while everyone is sleeping, thinking about paternalism. I try to be a fatherly figure to the littluns, I try to be their confidante, but I need a fatherly figure of my own, I need my father. My father wouldn’t condemn me for wetting this entry with my suppressed tears, on the contrary, my father would squeeze them out of me. NO, I can’t cry, I won’t cry….

Ralph

Samar Al-Ansari 11.5
Sep. 18,’04

Samar's Art Work (12)

Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away into the next room

I am I, and you are you

Whatever we were to each other

That we are still

Call me by my old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy way which you always used

Put no difference in your tone,

Wear no forced air of soleminity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed

At the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was

Let it be spoken without effect

Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same as it ever was

There is unbroken continuity

What is death but a negligible accident

Why should I be out of mind

Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you, for an interval

Somewhere very near

Just around the corner

All is well

Nothing is past;nothing is lost

One brief moment and all will be as it was before

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Henry Scott Holland
( 1847-1918),canon of St. Paul's Cathedral, London.

www.poeticexpressions.co.uk

Never Died

I find myself alive every moment of the day
Mother, is this what happens to the dead, I pray?

I am alive in your heartbeat
And in the blood that flows from your head to feet

Oh mother, even though I am out of sight
You made my image so clear and bright

There are many “alive” as they say
But no one mentions them every day

As for me, I am very satisfied
That you make it seem like I never died


Randah R. Hamadeh, 2009, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

الحب المزيف-المشهد الثالث

سارة: من كان عند الباب؟

الأم: ( القلق واضح على وجهها): جاءت لك برقية (تناول البرقية

سارة تمزق الظرف وتقرأ الرسالة... ثم تبدأ بالبكاء. الغضب واضح في عينيها

الأم: ماذا حصل؟ هل مات؟ يا إله

سارة: يا له من كذاب... حقير! يا له من نذل

الأم: سارة! ماذا بك؟

سارة: هل تريدين أن تسمعي خبر زوجي العزيز؟

الأم: نعم، أكيد.. لا تخوفينني

(سارة: ( تقرأ رسالة جورج


"إلى عزيزتي سارة،
أعرف أن مضى وقت طويل ولم أرسل لك أي رسالة. ولكن صراحةً لم أعرف ماذا أقول لك. أريد أن أقول لك إنني بصحة جيدة، ولكنني لا أعرف متى سأرجع إلى الديار ويصعب عليَّ قول وأواجهك بهذا الخبر... إنني قد وقعت في حب امرأة عراقية رائعة وأريد أن أتزوجها بأسرع وقت ممكن. ولهذا السبب أحتاجك أن توقعي أوراق الطلاق الموجودة في الظرف. اعلمي يا سارة إنني لم أخطط هذا ولكن القدر جعله يحدث. إن شاء اله ستجدين الرجل الذي يستطيع أن يسعدك.
بغاية الأسف
جورج"

( تبكي سارة كالطفلة)

الأم ( تحضن بنتها): يا ابنتي، إنني متأسفة. انسيه، فإنه لا يستحقك. إنه حقير، أعرف إنك متألمة، فابكِ، إبكِ

سارة: ( تتحدث بين فقرات البكاء): أنا لا أبكي غضباً على جورج! بل أبكي حزناً على شدة سذاجتي! كيف ظننت أنني أحبه وهو يحبني؟ كيف صدقت كذباته؟ "سأحبك للأبد"، يا له من كذاب. أنا لا أعترف بالحب، الحب خرافة، كنت مسحورة! الحب خرافة! الحب غير موجود! (تصرخ) يا لي من غبية (تبكي

الأم: اهدأي حبيبتي، هل تريدينني أن أحضر لك الشاي؟

سارة: لا! لا أريد الشاي! أشفق على تلك الفتاة العراقية. فسيخدعها كما خدعني! لا أؤمن بالحب. ( تخلع خاتم زواجها وترميه خارج النافذة )مع حبها السابق لجورج
سمر الأنصاري
11.3
2004\11\20

الحب المزيف-المشهد الثاني

!!الأم: اهدأي يا سارة

سارة: كيف تريدينني أن أهدأ عندما لم أسمع أي خبر من زوجي لمدة ستة أشهر؟

الأم: هل تريدينني أن أحضر لك الشاي؟

!سارة: مابكم؟ كلما اضطربت أردتم أن تحضروا لي الشاي

!الأم: سارة، اطمئني. زوجك لم يمت

سارة: كيف تعرفين؟ يا أماه.. لا أعرف ماذا أفعل بنفسي! إنني مرهقة! تعبت وأنا أبتسم هذه الابتسامة المزيفة أمام الناس وأنا في غاية الحزن والقلق. أريد زوجي! أريد حبيبي بجانبي! إنك لم تسمعي الكلام الذي قال لي قبل أن يغادر، كلماته جعلتني أن أقع في حبه مرة ثانية. أحبه يا ماما! ولا أستطيع أن أعيش بدونه. ولكن في هذه اللحظة أكرهه! فإنه لم يرسل لي أي رسالة أو خبر. أعرف ظروفه صعبة ولكنني لا أسأل الكثير.. فقط أريد أن أعرف أنه على ما يرام. هل نساني يا أمي؟

الأم: يا لك من فتاة سخيفة! تسألينني لو زوجك نساك؟ أكيد لم ينسكِ.. جورج وقف أمام الله وخلقه وعبر عن حبه إليكِ بالعهد التي أخذها يوم زواجكم. الزواج شيء مقدس والحب معجزة

سارة: كيف تفسرين عدم اتصاله بي؟ لو كان يحبني حقاً، لما يضعني في هذا الموقف. لو كنت في مكانه لو ما فعلت هذا به

الأم: سارة، الرجال والنساء مختلفون! اذهبي وارتاحي حبيبتي

سارة: وكيف أرتاح؟

الأم: لو زوجك مات لبعثت إليك برقية
( يرن الجرس)

سمر الأنصاري
11.3
2004\11\20

الحب المزيف

المشهد الأول

يبدأ المشهد الأول في منزل جورج وسارة في بريطانيا، اللذين تزوجا منذ ستة أشهر. جورج يخاطب سارة وهي تبكي

جورج : حبيبتي، إذا رأيتك متألمة أتألم

سارة : كيف لا تريدني أن أبكي وأنت ستذهب إلى العراق لتحارب؟! هل تعرف مدى الخطر الذي ستضع (فيه نفسك؟ لم تمر سنة على زواجنا وسأصبح أرملة؟ ( تنفجر في البكاء

جورج: أرملة؟ لا، اطمئني حبيبتي، سأرجع لك وأنا في كل صحة وعافية ( يمسح دموعها). يلا عزيزتي، اغسلي وجهك، وسأحضر لك الشاي. هل تريدينه بالليمون أم النعناع؟

سارة: ليمون؟ نعناع؟ كيف تريدني أن أشرب الشاي الآن وأنا في هذه الحالة؟ وكيف تتحدث إليَّ بغاية الراحة وعدم الخوف؟ ألست خائفاً؟ يالك من غريب

جورج: غريب، ها؟ تزوجتِ رجلاً غريباً إذا

(سارة: نعم، غريب... ولكنني أحبه بكل قلبي، ولهذا لا أتصور العيش بدونه ( تبكي

جورج ( يداعب شعرها): سألتني لو كنت خائفاً، نعم، أنا خائفاً، ولكن ليس من الموت. أخاف أن أعود وأراك بين أحضان رجل آخر

سارة: كيف تقول شيئاً كهذا؟ أنت الرجل الذي اخترته بين كل الرجال. أحببتك، ومنذ أول نظرة عرفت أنك الرجل الذي سيرتاح له قلبي. الحب شيء عظيم، وفراق بعضنا عن بعض لن يضعف الحب العظيم الذي بيننا، بل سيقويه. لا أفكر برجل سواك، ولن أفكر برجل آخر. أنا الذي يجب عليَّ أن أكون خائفة من احتمال خيانتك
جورج : كيف أخون أغلى واحدة عندي؟ أحبك يا سارة! و حتى لو أردت أن أخونك... أخونك مع من يا

(ترى؟ سأذهب إلى العراق، هل سأخونك مع امرأة عراقية؟ (يضحك

(سارة: أوه يا جورج! لا تمزح معي بهذه الأمور (تبتسم

جورج: ياي! هذه الابتسامة الذي سأشتاق إليها! هل تقبلتي الأمر الآن؟ لا تخافي، سأرجع قريباً. الله

(سيحميني لكي أرجع إلى زوجتي العزيزة (يقبلها

سارة: لم أرتاح للموضوع، ولكن هذا واجبك نحو وطنك. متى سترحل؟

...جورج: بعد أسبوع تقريباً

سارة: وتقول لي هذا الخبر الآن؟

بعد مرور أسبوع ( يوم رحيل جورج إلى العراق)

جورج ( يضع حقائبه في التاكسي): كفِ عن البكاء فستجعليني أبكي أيضاً. تعالي هنا ( يحضنها ويهمس في أذنها)، أحبك يا سارة، أنا زوجك، وسأظل زوجك. حاولي أن تفهمي أن هذا شيء يجب عليَّ القيام به. إن شاء الله عندما أرجع، سننشأ عائلة، وسيفتخر أولادنا بوالدهم الذي ذهب ليحرر شعب مظلوم.

سارة: ( الدموع تسيل بتواصل من عينيها): سأكون فخورة بك دائماً. الله معك وسأحبك للأبد( جورج يقبل سارة ويضمها إليه)

جورج: لو مت، اعلمي أن حبي باتجاهك لن يمت أبداً

Verses

As a perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain
So the thoughts of you,remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me; all things leave me,
You remain.
Arthur Symons

Samar''s Art Work (11)

عيد ميلادي

لماذا تجرأت يا زمن وعيد ميلادي أعدت؟
يا ليتك أيها العيد لم تأت، لا بل ليتك وئدت
كيف تجرؤ أيها الزمن، بعد أن فعلت بي ما فعلت؟
وأنت الذي بهنيهة حبيبة قلبي سمر قتلت
وتركتني أتعذب بكل لحظة، وبحالي ما رأفت
أهديتني قسوة الحياة، وأشدها يا زمن، قسوت
والمر العلقم الذي سمعت عنه، إياي الآن أطعمت
كيف تتجرأ إذا وتعيد عيد ميلادي، بربك ما خجلت؟
فأنت يا زمن الذي حبيبة فؤادي سمر مني خطفت
أخبرني لماذا أعدته، وأنت يا عيد لماذا أتيت؟
حاملا أجمل الذكريات ولكن الآن مرها، أضفت
وتركتني أسبح بذكريات الأفراح التي تركت
وباتت تؤلمني فبلحظة يا زمن قطعة مني قطعت
!لن أستطع الاستمتاع بجميلها، فعن تعذيبي ما اكتفيت

!فالفرح لن يأت و سمر بالثرى، أما فهمت

هل لقلبي أن يفرح بعد أن مستقبلي أمامه، ذبحت؟
وطعنته بخنجر ما قط أحدا بهذه الضراوة، طعنت
وأخذت فلذة من فلذات كبدي والأمل المشرق، أعدمت
كيف لي أن افرح وشمعة من شموعي، أطفأت؟
أين الفرح ووردة من ورودي الثلاثة قطفت؟
إذهب أيها العيد !الأيام التي أحتفل بك ألغيت
إرحل أيها العيد! فأنت مع ابنتي سمر رحلت
إذا تريدني أن أحتفل! أعد سمر لي إن استطعت

أعلم بأنك غيرقادر مهما يا زمن فعلت
وأعلم بأنني لن أعيدها مهما يا زمن تضرعت
إذا أعدني لبطن أمي، اختبئ به كي لا أرى ما رأيت

رنده ربحي حماده
سمر شمس لن تغيب
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2008

Samar Al Ansari 2009 Economics Award

Honored Guests, Parents, and Students,
Three years ago, IKNS lost one its most loved students. Samar Al Ansari, may her soul rest in peace, was a stellar student who was known for many amiable qualities. Not only was Samar known as an excellent academic and athlete, but she was also known to be a great friend with a great personality.
I personally never got the chance to get to know Samar. But I’ve heard many stories about her great personality from many people around school. From what I’ve heard, one can easily tell that Samar was an outstanding student. Whenever you hear Samar Al Ansari, you hear people talking about how intelligent she was or how kind hearted or popular she was. People would tell me that Samar was truly one of a kind. Many, like me, who didn’t know Samar or were merely acquainted, would say how she touched their lives.
Everyone who knew Samar loved her dearly. Some would tell me how her optimism kept them going. She was a witty and thoughtful person. She never left any problems unsolved. She scrutinized everything she stumbled upon. Be it an economics theory or a complex mathematical problem. And when she does stumble upon any problems, she examines it with a critical eye. Dissecting the problem into smaller manageable pieces. Samar was someone who wasn’t easily pleased with a straightforward answer. She looked for all possible solutions to any problems and weighed the consequences and benefits. She was an individual thinker, someone to look up to. In short, Samar had all the qualities of an exemplary student. In her loving memory, Samar’s parents have designated an award that goes to one IKNS student with exceptional critical thinking skills. This award goes to Nouf Khalid Mattar.

SAMAR Al Ansari 2008-2009 IKNS Sports Award

Samar Al Ansari Award 2009
for Outstanding Contribution to Girls Soccer at IKNS

At the beginning of 2006-07 school year, the school community was stunned and devastated by the passing of one of the most capable students IKNS has produced, both academically & on the sports field! Samar Al Ansari was tragically killed in a car accident on the 4th September 2006. She was to begin her tertiary education studying at University of York in England, the same university as her older sister Qadar, something Samar was really looking forward to.

It is a privilege but tinged with much sadness, I wish to present the Samar Al Ansari Award to the girl who has made an Outstanding Contribution to Girls Soccer during her time at IKNS on behalf of Samar’s Parents, Dr. Ahmed Anasri & Dr. Randah Hamadeh.

In my 1st 5 years as the Senior Girls (SG’s) Soccer Coach, there has been an Ansari in the team. To be honest Samar’s passing hurt, and we have all asked why?
Someone so young, so capable & her life beyond IKNS all in front of her.
Some parents have said to me life’s order is supposed to take the parents first, not their children.

On the soccer field, Samar was potentially one of the best players in the SG’s.
Samar, in the JG’s acquired the nickname “crazy legs” & it stuck.
When she ran her legs simply went everywhere. Anatomically, definitely not one of the great running styles. She was actually very fast off the mark, & one of the few SG’s who had ‘wheels’ (speed).

On the academic side, Samar acheived 42 out of a possible 45 for IB.
I am sure any of the IB students here tonight would be overjoyed to receive such marks in their IB exams this year.

One of the fondest memories I have of Samar Al Ansari is of her & IKNS Girls SG’s Team in Dubai watching a video at some rather late hour when they should have been asleep. Imagine 15 SG’s girls on 3 single beds & one asleep in the middle of them all watching the video. The Dubai soccer tournaments are a special part of the IKNS sporting calendar & the highlight for many of you. Samar was no exception & really enjoyed her two trips to Dubai.

How many of you have hugged the camel at Rashid School?

The two previous winners of the Samar Al Ansari Award were Rania Mashouk & Fatima Mahmood.

The award is to recognise a student for their Outstanding Contribution to Girls Soccer during their time at IKNS.

This girl has played soccer for the IKNS Senior Girls for the last 3 years, and has played a major role in contributing to our successes during those 3 years.

This person realised academy success was important to her & what she wished to achieve & came to IKNS at the start of Grade 10. Even before then we had met, I had to chase her up & down the soccer field in Dubai refereeing, thinking this girl can play. Even then she supported IKNS.

This person has been part of one of the most successful sports teams at IKNS ever.
2 BPSSL SG’s titles, 2 end of season titles & 2 3rd places in Dubai in her time. And I think she has had 4 trips to Dubai tournaments. The SG’s are good enough to seriously compete in the Gulf & this girl is one of the reasons why.

Her contribution on the goal scoring front is 2nd to none! Think of a number, then times it by 2, you might by close. This person has scored 40 goals for the SG’s in her time. Like Fatima Mahmood with 88 appearances in games or at practices, is a record that, I think, will never be broken!

As a coach I get a lot of satisfaction from the person who set-up the goal, & not necessarily the one who actually scored the goal. This persons vision & awareness are best illustrated by the fact her fellow strikers scored many goals as well; Areej Abulla scoring 5 goals, Basma Ajoor 7, Jawaher Zayani 20, and Majda Maskati 9 apiece. All these girls really appreciated their opportunity to play with her, & confidence breeds confidence.

Her best goal – vs. Shaikha Hassa School in the 2006-07 season. This person started with the ball in deep in midiield, lifted the ball over a defender while keeping the ball in contact with her left foot the whole time, ran to the left around the next defender, then veered right in field around the next defender. By now on the edge of the 18 yard box, stuck a superb foot blow curling the ball into the top right hand corner of the goal. The goalkeeper did not have a chance. I said to the SG’s after the game the crowd should have paid to see that goal – it was that good! Her 2nd goal against SHaikha Hassa this year to bring us back into the game at 2-2 was pretty special tool!

With all the skill she possesses, I think the one thing I have taught her is to run first, then do the things she can & likes to do. Not the fancy stuff 1st. Space is a wonder thing on the soccer field – use it.

Although Samar Al Ansari played her soccer as a defender on the right, she loved to attack from deep inside our half; this person definitely knows how to attack. Sometimes, out of position in the midfield. But then again attack is best form of defense. Girls, I don’t know if you have noticed this persons interesting running style,– her legs go out & round, but rather fast. Not to dissimilar to Samar’s & her “crazy legs” style.

Academics - with plans well underway, realising academics are important. This person is enrolled to attend a University in Boston, USA on a sporting scholarship for next year. One of the 1st for an IKNS student. She has the skills, is more than ready for the opportunity to play soccer at a higher level & I wish her well. I hope she responds well to this opportunity, remember Samar really wanted to go to university & did not get the opportunity.

It gives me great pleasure to present the 3rd winner of the Samar Al Ansari Award for Outstanding Contribution to Girls Soccer and one of the most talented players IKNS has ever produced . . . Zain M. Al Khalifa.

Mr Mark Clarke

IKNS Soccer Coach

حملت بها وشعرت بأول ركلة وهي ببطني جنين

حملت بها وشعرت بأول ركلة وهي ببطني جنين

وأرضعتها و كبرتها وأصبحت من المتفوقين

ورفعت رأسي أمام العباد والمؤمنين

فكانت حبيبتي كاملة ومن أبرع المتحدثين

كيلوباترا ملكة

:أ - قوية الشخصية
:ان قوة شخصية كليوباترا واضحة خلال المسرحية بأكملها ولكن ابرزها فى هذه المواضع
رغم تآمر زينون عليها وكرهه لها إلا انه قال عند رؤيتها
"سلام السموات فى مجدها على ربة التاج ذات الجلال"
.مما يدل على مكانتها

:وعندما يقول أوروس

لولا الوليمة والشراب وحرمة لاميرة الوادي السعيد ديارها"

.استخدام اوروس لكلمة "حرمة"يرفع من شأنها الى مرتبة التقديس

:وعندما يقول انطونيوس
"اخرجت أمري واختياري من يدي وتركتني نفساً بغير دلاك"
هذا البيت يدل على سيطرة كيلوباترا على تصرفاته
:وعندما يقول اوكتافيوس
"لعبت بأنطونيوس ويوليوس حقبه كما جاء بالمسحور او راح ساحر"
معنى هذاالبيت يشبه اوكاتفيوس كليوبترا بالساحره واعمالها بالسحر
،رغم قوتها إلا انها كانت تظهر ضعفاً غير حقيقي ذلك لأن الضعف من سمات النساء الذي يظهر فى هذا البيت
"مكانك تيعبر لا تذهبن ولا تبرح القصر أهلك آسي"

:وكليوباترا اظهرت قوتها فى الدلال وبكبرياؤها من خلال عدة مواقف
:ب - مهلقة
وبالابيات التالية تقوم كليوباترا بسود مافعلت من أجل الأسكندرية وازدهارها فقد جعلت البر أخضراً ، وملأت البحر بالسفن ، الـــخ

:ج - فخـر
يظهر فخرها على أشده عندما تجعل نفسها ضرة روما،
"اليوم تعلم روما انني ضرتها أنا السيف والآخرون العصى"

:د - أبية
:اباؤها واضح فى عدم خوفها من الموت وتحديها ورفضها للذل
"ابي للعزل خقت ولا المنايا أأدخل فى ثياب الذلا روما"

:هـ - تتألف خصومها
والدليل على ذلك اجتذابها الحلابي عن سبيل حبه لهيلانه

:و - عطوفاً على اتباعها

كانت معاملتها لحزمها تتسم بالعطف والموده مما اكسبها تفاني الخدم

"ز - غفور: كانت تغفر لمن يتوب "فمثلك تاب ومثلي عفى

ص - جليد: كانت تتباهي بجلدها وتريد الناس ان يقتدوا بها
:ط - تكره التملق
كانت لا تحب التملق والمتملقين

:سياسة كليوباترا

فى المسرحية عدة مشاهد تظهر بعد نظر كليوباترا وقد هزمت اوكتافيوس حتى فى موتها. "قد أبطلت ".....كيدي على ضعفها
"فى الجسد المي تمنيتها لم ابغها فى الجسد البائد"

سمــر الانصاري
الصف 11.3

رسالة شكر

The Project

This project, believe it or not, was a lot of fun. The group process was fun. I always find that I work better within a group, because it’s more fun and gives you a motive to work. Writing the articles etc was easy, but organizing it and creating the newspaper itself was hard.


Samar Al ANSARI
GRADE 9.2
15/12/ 2002

Could That Have Been You?

The dream was so vivid
beyond belief
It was very meaningful
although it was brief
A little girl appeared
and commented on my grief
gave me a big hug
and words of relief

She told me that her family
visits the blog everyday
and reads everything I post
and appreciates what I say:
“We are sad for you
and for you we all pray
Oh, bereaved mother!
I wish your days were not so gray.”

Beloved daughter,
could that little girl have been you?
Holding my hand
and comforting me as you used to do
The resemblance was great
the differences very few
How can I interpret the dream otherwise?
I have no clue!

So you came in a dream
to console my aching heart
to tell me that you’re with me
Even death can’t split us apart
And that you’re watching
what I am doing from the start
Oh, my angel
from my life you’ll never depart!

Randah R. Hamadeh©, 2009, Copyright
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari

(4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

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