Poem and painting by Rawan Al-Janaby
“Home” They drilled They etched “Home” The blade dug aimlessly against the bark For tell me… Will the rootless sap keep a permanent mark? "Home" They searched They scoured "Home" For where does a bird perch When its nest was left devoured? “Home” They wandered Reflectively, they pondered “Home” Do vagrants saunter? Do they meet their kin with similar minds and laughter? “Home” They sought the eyes of a stranger They "felt" the connection of wonder “Home” A dandelion cannot find home Restless winds are all what its known "Home" The outsider cried Wept for the privilege life denied "Home" Perhaps "home" is a word of dreams Where roots are intricately woven to seams
قلم وريشة روان الجنابي
توطئة عن النصّ
“وطن”
منذ نعومة أظفارنا نبحث عن مكان ننتمي إليه و نتَّخذه لنا وطناً، لكن ماذا عن الغريب الّذي سلبته الحياة مكاناً ينتمي إليه؟
أيبقى تائهاً وهو يجوب أرجاء الكون، منتظراً أن يجد “الوطن”؟
أيصرخ وينعى الحقَّ الّـذي حرمته إيَّاه الحياة؟