Nimah recently participated at the opening sessions of the first event celeberating International Women’s Day in Dhahran.
Starting with special appreciation to partners and mentors male and female who with the known and unknown pioneering women. The pioneers– beacons and banners who have helped ignite the drive to grow on this journey. A growth on all levels, professional, emotional, spiritual and physical.
Reading two unpublished poems of hers, starting with ” Celebrating Our Lights’ a tribute to pioneers known and unknown. The audience was also engaged in the second poem ” Revolutions and Rising” a highly interactive poem on balance and the possible versus the impossible….
Celebrating Our Lights can be heard at http:// https://soundcloud.com/nimah-nawwab/celebrating-our-lights-poem-on-women
An excerpt of the poem follows
Igniting us and igniting our ancestors
igniting us and igniting our progeny
They are the named above all
the Known and the Unknown,
the recorded and unrecorded
Our treasures beyond perceivable price
here and in the hereafter.
Fatimah, Aisha, Safiayyah
Nusaybah, al Khansa
Our Mothers of the Spirit…
Now let me sit here, on the threshold of two worlds. Lost in the eloquence of silence.
“A mystic dreams while he is wide-awake.”
“The pen was rushing along, writing, but when it came to Love it broke in half”
“Remembrance and prayers are the milk and honey of this month, what need do we have for food when the soul brims over with sustenance.”
“The pen was rushing along, writing,but when it came to Love it broke in half.”
The Master of Silence and Verse
In memorium of Sidi Daniel Abdal Hayy Moore April 19, 2016 – a day after he reunited with The One
His bowed kufiyyah-covered head led us
each verse, letter enunciated with
mahabbah, reverence, khushu ‘, taqwa,
beloved to his tongue, to his very being
transporting the welcoming home
into a prayer niche filled with anwar
His Malika the queen of his heart,
queen of his soul joining in the binding prayer
quiet utterances, tasabeeh and salawat
concluding the prayer to The One
The slave of the Ever-Living, Abdal Hayy
cocooned in Divine Love
as he stood in his creative space filled
with his beloved work, art, music, books
adorned with images of spirits of light
sharing tales brimming with wisdom
smiling eyes alight with blessed, overflowing joy
tapping out music of words and songs
His maqam, his station
rising and ever clear to those blessed
to be in his sphere
his songs, words, silences
serving His Mahboub
His niyyat, intentions constantly set
infusing and permeating his inner horizon
reflecting the seeker’s journey
a seeker crossing lands afar and near
a seeker whose essence resides in sacred sites
a seeker soaring in the heavens of the unseen
a seeker delving the depths of asrar, mysteries
joining the Caravan of the Blessed.
Abdal Hayy immersed in the Light of the Ever-Living
Ecstatic eyes, euphoric spirit
forever encased in the arms
The Merciful, Ever-Living One.