In 2018, Mr. Hajj Wafaa ran a course in Arabic calligraphy at Worcester Art Museum; I was the first to sign up. It was a pleasure to go back to my roots and learn how to write my mother tongue artistically.
Wish I Were A Bamboo
"If only I were like the bamboo tree, free of attachments. We cut off a part of its stalk and plant it, without roots, in any land. It does not take the stalk long to grow new roots. They grow again in a new land without a past, without a memory. It does not care about the different names people call it: kawayan in the Philippines, khayzaran in Kuwait or bamboo in other places."
Tug vines in light breeze
Daring to fly
- Poem by Maya Asbridge
تلعب بين اغصان الكرمة في النسيم
The Happiness of the lotus
flower is born from suffering
سعادة اللوتس تولد من المعانة
Sighs of Iraq
"I am a tired heart
Just like Jerusalem, just like Damascus
Just like love in the hands of separation
There is unbearable sadness in you
You are the sighs of Iraq."