Originally Posted by Mohammad Ahmad What remains in life? Poem written by Mohammad Ahmad Iraq is the symbol of honour. Many years ago, I have claimed the victor Nothing had I taste but only the bitter. Your naked blossom appears as a shadowy olive tree. I wish I got rest at thy shadow and drank a cup of tea. Didn’t you tell me to look to the flying bird? Didn’t you see the falcon and you ...
Originally Posted by Mohammad Ahmad Dreamy night at desert Blank verses written by Mohammad Mahmud Ahmad 25 December 2012 O, pigeon let me smart on my pain Many desires call me to move away…. Thirteen days I suffer melancholy moments And your lantern fuels bad to me…. ******** Awakes me at dawn as severe volcano Hurts my head even my abdomen becomes large Snapping of dirty claws pinch my chest until turns ...
Originally Posted by Mohammad Ahmad Reading on Mesopotamia Discussed and dialoged by Mohammad Mahmud Ahmad Sargon enters the hall comes from distance. Sennacherib said to him welcome. They sat for a while. Three Assyrian girls entered and offering them dates and curdled yoghurt. Sennacherib: what do you think cousin, Sumerian in the south left nothing to us? The roads are closed and there is no additional to reach the south occasion. ...
Originally Posted by Mohammad Ahmad Mesopotamia is my country the triumphant Poem is poetized by MMA Iraq- Mosul From its sacred water, if only I washed my eyes Then I shall have clever sight luckily optimize… Under its palm trees, if only I could shelter Then I could repose there enjoying the nature Its magic nights could tell you how the mystery is! Otherwise, its riverbanks would tell how the joy is! ...
Originally Posted by Mohammad Ahmad The daughter of feudalist A story written by Mohammad Mahmud Ahmad However, this story is fiction but it includes between its pages some of reality of the previous period between 1950- 1960, the later decade of Iraqi feudalists who they control on the neck of poor people. Indeed, It is not the slavery itself but it is similar to it in some aspects. Of course, it is the dark point of my childhood period since poor men ...