http://en.aladabia.net/TANJA ALADABIA for a world-wide readershipWed, 10 Mar 2010 22:17:21 -0500http://en.aladabia.net/article-40-3-2.htmlMY SOUL My soul is like a white circle My thoughts flow freely Like some spots of blue colour ...2009-10-20http://en.aladabia.net/article-39-4-1.htmlWith 781 participants in competition, from forty nine countries, writing in twenty two languages: Arabic (literary and spoken), French, English, Spanish, Romanian, German, Armenian, Dutch, Danish, Turkish, Greek, Bulgarian, Swedish...2009-05-14http://en.aladabia.net/article-38-4-1.html- Archbishop Nicolas Naaman's Prize for human virtues. Laureate: Iskandar Dagher, from Lebanon. Prizewinning work: At-Tarbushu was-Silah. ...2009-01-10http://en.aladabia.net/article-36-3-1.htmlThe fragile virginity of the place trembled before me. The sky had frail blue ends, and the sun was awesomely naked. A wooden pole, with a lone crow announcing its presence on top, was determined to stay but with an undecided mission in the middle of the desert, after they had removed the electrical wire holders and fixed them on an enormous steel tower...2008-12-12http://en.aladabia.net/article-35-3-2.html<b>Feeling </b> Two sparrows bloom on a wire. Even electricity knows when to calm down! <b>Fraud </b> Between the moon's page And the whiteness of ink ...2008-11-16http://en.aladabia.net/article-34-4-1.htmlIn order to promote artistic creation and encourage cultural communication, the Tangier Young Creators’ Association (AJC) is organizing its eighth poetry competition. This eighth contest, opening in April 2008, will be dedicated to the great Arab poets SALAH ABDESSABOUR of Egypt and ABDELKRIM TABBAL of Morocco. The competition is open...2008-11-15http://en.aladabia.net/article-32-3-1.htmlWhat I have to do is to tell my story to somebody to write it down and con it before they eradicate me because they besiege me from all sides, set fire around me, abstract my air, lurking me , ambushing me, they bide time to entrap me, to soop me down, to cut me into pieces, to put an end to my life, to nullify my entity. So that I don’t want to leave before...2008-09-30http://en.aladabia.net/article-31-1-1.htmlFriends and fellow Tallbergians! How dare I speak, when I should let the magic of Beethoven call to the better angels of our nature? I speak because in the rapture of the moment, in the bliss of the immortal harmonies of the “pastorale” we must be reminded that the nature that inspired Beethoven...2008-08-06http://en.aladabia.net/article-30-2-3.htmlFor quite a long time, I have been looking for a new form to find a theatrical text convenient with the innovations of modern times, I hope that this text, which I called the horizon of theater would reflect part of that form. So there is the possibility to present this text, and to make it different in many ways depends on the ability and the imagination of the producer’s performance to be offered within ...2008-07-20http://en.aladabia.net/article-29-3-1.htmlHeading towards the Grand Museum, Salwa was crossing the street, holding on to a brilliant hope for a job as a tour guide. She had just earned a degree in Foreign Languages from the National University, but the words of all the languages she had learned seemed to vanish, like bubbles touching the land of reality...2008-07-02http://en.aladabia.net/article-28-3-2.htmlThis loss is well arranged Figure and content Our world is hypothec Where life is seen And death is a metaphoric ...2008-06-20http://en.aladabia.net/article-27-3-2.htmlYou can’t do much with verses, if you write them early. Nay, you should wait and collect sense and sweetness during all your life – a long one, hopefully, and then, in the very end, maybe you would be able to write ten lines which are worth while...2008-05-20http://en.aladabia.net/article-26-3-1.htmlToday is the day of Mina. My Khaleh Mina (Khaleh is the Persian for aunt, specifically, maternal aunt). I woke up this morning, my head filled with thoughts of her, my eyes brimming with pictures of the past...2008-05-08http://en.aladabia.net/article-25-3-2.htmlShapeless moon peeping through the foggy night Behind a veil of smoke sweeping the bald atmosphere The moon stood there looking at me pitilessly Besieged me with its beam ... ...2008-05-01http://en.aladabia.net/article-24-3-2.htmlThis was our life: Pleasant sloth amidst An obstreperous existence, Frolicking fallowed ...2008-04-19http://en.aladabia.net/article-23-3-2.html<b>1- Genesis</b> In the labyrinth high school hallways, love Was solemn as the next likely heartbeat .... <b>2- From the Bird-Seat View of Warfare</b> Here God directed the black feather clan To depart their high roosts, caw out, gather ...2008-04-03http://en.aladabia.net/article-22-3-2.html God save America My home sweet home! The French general who raised his tricolour Over Nugrat al-Salman where I was a prisoner thirty years ago… In the middle of that U-turn That split the back of the Iraqi army, ...2008-03-18http://en.aladabia.net/article-21-9-1.htmlThe renewed academic and media interest in Paul Bowles as a figure of a rare intellectual complexion and a remarkable talent owes perhaps more than anything else to the release of Bernardo Bertolucci’s film The Sheltering Sky (1990) and Christopher Sawyer-Laucanno’s An Invisible Spectator (1989). The first is a major film based on Bowles’ first novel set partly in Morocco and partly in Algeria; the second is a voluminous and resourceful biography which attempted with great success to reintroduce Paul Bowles to his American readers...2008-03-06http://en.aladabia.net/article-20-3-1.htmlI came to find Mister Jumah sitting as usual at the door of the grand mosque facing the souk. The shops had started their day early, while the houses were still in a deep sleep since the night had fed on men’s nectar. I had become aware of that early in my life. In the souk, my eyes had opened up on the inconspicuous and the obscure and I thought of practicing discretion as God had taught us. Divulging secrets of other people and exposing them is detestable and unsavory; for there are secrets and things that must remain untold. 2008-03-02http://en.aladabia.net/article-19-3-2.html<b>1- Angry Wind</b> The wind is angry I don’t know why I didn’t do anything to it ... <b>2- Usal Beach Under The Fog</b> From a high-perched position, Looking down on small bush, few trees, Hand over squinted eyes that peer through the 2008-03-02http://en.aladabia.net/article-18-3-1.htmlIt was my best friend’s and his friend’s wedding and on the special request of the bride I had left my hair open and was wearing light make up that is if you call applying lipstick as wearing make up. I was never in favor of artificial beautification of my face...2008-02-18http://en.aladabia.net/article-17-3-2.htmlStrange, how everything Seems to have happened just yesterday, As I open the old diaries and read, The happiness, the pain, the smiles, the tears, All that I had gone through many years ago 2008-02-17http://en.aladabia.net/article-16-10-1.htmlFigures around Me In 2007, I found myself very interested to return to chart human models. In this way, I’ve got into a dialogue with them and temporarily stopped working through memory...2008-02-11http://en.aladabia.net/article-14-3-2.htmlI knew he needed rest in winter But didn't know What kind of care was right To give him rest Without the risk ...2008-02-05http://en.aladabia.net/article-13-3-2.htmlA carpet of green grass Or a paradise in disguise That England of many green seasons Hills, rivers, mountains and streams ... 2008-02-04http://en.aladabia.net/article-12-3-1.htmlI tiptoed into my grandfather’s study. He was listening to a song. A song I had never heard before. He switched off the recorder when he noticed me. “Why are you crying, Grandfather?” ...2008-01-24http://en.aladabia.net/article-11-3-1.htmlAs the warrior guided his horse back home, he pondered what the future might hold. His steed seemed to know they were returning home and trotted lively, without the need of spurs. But how eager was he to be back? Who might still be alive? Was the mansion still standing and habitable, in these insecure times? All he had heard during those three long years was that his wife had delivered another daughter... 2008-01-21http://en.aladabia.net/article-10-3-2.htmlIt’s not awkward anymore when you visit your stepmother in eid, no, it’s been years now, and the situation has tempered ...2008-01-15http://en.aladabia.net/article-9-3-2.htmlI wrote to you on frankincense-scented paper, green ink frilled, blotted, bruised with sequined teardrops, and when my gem-rimmed words oozed out, like resin ...2008-01-15http://en.aladabia.net/article-8-10-1.htmlA painter and musician from Tetouan, north of Morocco. In 1988, he graduated from the School of Fine Arts in Tetouan. His works of plastic art have been exposed in Spain, Portugal, France, and in several cities around Morocco.2008-01-12http://en.aladabia.net/article-7-1-1.htmlMore than three years ago, the Islamic world celebrated with pride the 700 anniversary of the Tangerine voyager (1304-1377) Ibn Battûta. Without doubt, this great figure is among the incomparable and galactic travellers of the world...2008-01-12http://en.aladabia.net/article-6-4-1.htmlPoems from the Wom-Po Listserv EDITED BY Moira Richards, Rosemary Starace, Lesley Wheeler2008-01-12http://en.aladabia.net/article-5-1-1.htmlAs an American writer of African ancestry, Toni Morrison regards slavery as a theme that has often been neglected by the documented history. For Morrison, many episodes of the history of slavery remained untold. Many historians were often silent about the harsh conditions of the forced voyage of the black Africans across the Atlantic usually called the Middle Passage, and about the life of the slaves in the plantations...2008-01-12http://en.aladabia.net/article-4-3-1.htmlA mysterious power is steering me this evening towards this shady tree. A magnetic power is dragging me along to privacy under the branches of this wise tree… and I feel safe from the pursuit of the curious breaths chasing me all day long: ...2008-01-12http://en.aladabia.net/article-3-3-2.htmlFrom bottomless black We ascend to her lured by fingers Bringing rain sea salt and spring Water to charm a Western sun 2008-01-12http://en.aladabia.net/article-2-3-2.htmlLove is in fresh produce. It is proud shiny plump And green or red or Purple -- promises juice.2008-01-12http://en.aladabia.net/article-1-7-1.htmlTanjah Aladabia- the Arabic equivalent of �literary Tangier�- is an independent online journal, launched on web from Tangier, a port city in the north of Morocco. The English version of Tanjah Aladabia is naturally an incorporating extension of the original Arabic version, first founded in 2004. The idea of creating the English version of Tanjah Aladabia has basically stemmed from the awareness that literature, art, and thought have- ever since the dawn of human expression- been borderless and universal areas of knowledge and creativity. Besides, English is increasingly ...2008-01-12