Tuesday, April 11, 2017

An-Nur Al-Ain: frail light--By Sheikha A.--Pakistan and U.A.E.

An-Nur Al-Ain: frail light 

             after An-Nur by Laura M. Kaminski (Halima Ayuba)

Night is a lull whisper growing ferns
in its lungs. The eyes of your father
have left faith at the doors of dimming
brows, mother’s face hasn’t given away
its mysteries. Above the boundaries of
dreams where jewels contour the silver
of your ring, there sits a stone intensified
from salt. Glimpse your reflection 
in the sheerness of a ray, and watch
your father’s eyes cry a new birth’s 
perspective of fear. You will find the sky
part for the briefest of moments, in which
all of the purpose of life will be shown
immaculately. Look wisely into the stone,
smile back at the light welcoming you – 
to certainty.

(Note: An-Nur means ‘the light’, and Al-Ain has two meanings: one being ‘the eye’ and the other ‘a spring’.)

Sheikha A. is from Pakistan and U.A.E. and often finds herself in a world of oscillation that most of the times motivates her writing too. She maintains a (or tries to) blog on sheikha82.wordpress.com


  1. Sheikha,
    A beautiful poem.
    Your friend,
    David Fox

  2. Hi Shieka
    I really like the originality of your work, it is beautifully composed and sends lovely message - thank you

  3. Dear Shieka,
    Thank you for this poem which resonates from deep within your life experiences--the best resource for good art.
    Thank you,

    1. Yes, creative expression is the finest form of resource! =)
      Thanks for reading.

  4. Dear Sheikha, Wonderfully said. Thanks for the meaning of
    An-Nur and two meanings of Al-Ain. I liked watch father’s
    eyes cry birth’s perspective of fear and I loved the
    welcomed positive ending words and flow.
    Good style and nice poem.

    1. Yancy, I'm glad you enjoyed reading. =)

    2. Its nice to know you and your writing Sheikha.
      I look forward to reading more of you.

  5. Sheikha, I'm deeply humbled that my poem was in some way inspiration for this beauty. Bismillah...we continue slowly on... Laura (Halima)

  6. Sheikha,

    I love the way this poem flows. It teaches me to look at our parents through their eyes. I am going to call my Dad. (Smile) Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.