Amel M Jassim
Aptly named
Not blamed
They're the same
It's not a game
How ugly they look
Two in one book
You can figure it out
When they shout
Sadly, they are males
Different mass in one scale
Not worthy to be men
Nor either could be women
Extremely despicable
Both are matched couple
They complete each other
Each trend is bellwether
For traumatizing me, are eager
Full of hatred and anger
Interested in treason
For no logical reason
It becomes quite clear
Both are in a way queer
One is madly jealous
The other is an envious
Destroying me is their goal
Lacking any human moral
I won’t stand idle by
I’ll be ready, on standby
I will face any new attack
I will make them wracked

لا لومَ عليهما
في هذه القصيدة أتحدث من مكان مليء بالألم العاطفي العميق وأواجه شخصين تسبّبا لي بصدمة هائلة.
“ثنائي / اسم على مسمى / لا لوم عليهما” — هما شخصان لا ينفصلان ويتحملان سويّة المسؤولية عن العذاب الذي أعيشه.
إنهما “اثنان في كتاب واحد”.
كلاهما من الذكور لكن لا أحد منهما يمتلك كرامة الرجولة.
إنهما ثنائي متطابق يتغذى على الكراهية والغضب. وعلى الرغم من الألم الذي ألحقاه بي، أرفض أن أبقى سلبية فأُعلن استعدادي للرد، ولأكون في حالة تأهب لهجومهما القادم.
هذه القصيدة هي صرخة مقاومة، وعهد على المواجهة. إنها انعكاس لمعاناتي، وكذلك لقوتي وعزيمتي على استعادة سلطتي.
ما يجعل الصدمة أكثر إيلاماً أن أحدهما كان صديقي ذات يوم، وثقت به وبُحت له بأسراري. أما الآخر فكان دائمًا عدواً، عدوانياً وقاسياً. خيانة الصديق كانت أعمق من عدوانية العدو، لأنها حطمت ما هو مقدّس — الولاء، الترابط، والإيمان بالخير.
لكنّي سأنهض من بين الحطام الذي خلّفاه وراءهما.

Well done
We have faced such frenemies in life.
Some males are so bad that they shouldn’t be categorized as humans. However, there are many good men in this world. I do agree with you in one verse: they are interested in treason for no logical reason.
Very expressive words, break a leg our wonderful professor
Great poem dear prof, it bears a traumatic experience , keep up with such beautiful poems, best of luck.
The poem is a masterpiece
It depends on who you are dealing with….. and I would say that…..
Not all men are the same, dear Prof.,
Some heal the wounds that others send.
True men are gentle, brave, and kind,
With loyal hearts and noble mind.
If two were cruel, don’t curse them all
For goodness still walks, proud and tall.
It depends on who you are dealing with….. and I would say that…..
Not all men are the same, dear Prof.,
Some heal the wounds that others send.
True men are gentle, brave, and kind,
With loyal hearts and noble mind.
If two were cruel, don’t curse them all
For goodness still walks, proud and tall.
That’s so perfectly expressed, I can only expect that from my unique mom
Thank you very much dear friends .
This poem is a cry of resistance my vow to confront the forces that seek to break me it is a reflection of my suffering but also of my strength and determination to reclaim my power
Wonderful words that summed it all up.
We all have many faces.
We see them when we get to know people better.
That’s why some people are best viewed from a distance