الشاعرة مريم الصائغ بحضرة العشق نحيا بالرغم من الحروب.. إعلامية مناضلة حقوقية لتحرر الشعوب نائبة المرأة مناضلة لمناهضة الاتجار بالبشر رائدة أعمال.. قصيدة عراقنا الجوهرة الأبية ديوان وطني المستعبد

The poet Mariam AlSayegh:
 
In the presence of love, we live despite the wars...
A journalist, an activist, and a defender of human rights for the liberation of nations.
A women's representative, a fighter against human trafficking.
An entrepreneur...
 
Poem:
Our Unyielding Jewel, Iraq
Poetry Collection: My Enslaved Homeland
 
On the banks of the proud Jewel of the Two Rivers,
The Lord fed us with manna and quail.
 
Grandmothers mastered the art of love,
Dolma that whispers of longing,
Biryani, fragrant as a blooming flower,
Pacha, warming the winter nights.
 
Timman and qeema, a feast of light,
And masgouf, dancing over the flames,
Like a song that never fades.
 
In the enchanted land of Babylon,
The legend of Tammuz and Ishtar bloomed,
As sunflowers stretched northward,
Blessing the earth with light.
 
And in the Garden of Eden,
Purity flowed as food and drink,
A gift to the soul, eternal and bright.
 
 
In the enchanted land of Babylon,
The legend of Tammuz and Ishtar bloomed,
As sunflowers stretched northward,
Blessing the earth with light.
 
And in the Garden of Eden,
Purity flowed as food and drink,
An eternal gift to the soul.
 
 
Dates and grapes, figs and pomegranates,
Apricots blooming like heavenly garlands.
 
Wheat, chickpeas, and golden lentils,
Blossom in fields like dreams enchanted.
 
In winter, beet sugar ripens sweet,
And beans bestow their warm retreat.
 
In summer, sesame proudly sways,
With rice, corn, and cotton in golden arrays.
 
By the rivers of Babylon,
David played on the harp of peace,
Harmonic melodies accompanied the oud,
Music echoed throughout the universe,
As the qanun harmonized with the ney,
And the rhythms of the jowza and beats.
 
The melodies of the Syrians and Turkmens rose,
As popular celebrations filled the air.
 
The seagulls of the land of the two rivers flew,
Wherever they stood,
The bride of love, the enchanting Scheherazade,
On the banks of the Tigris River.
Her tales delight the banks of the Euphrates,
She lovingly tells Scheherazade's stories,
Of the eternal nights of Egypt, Syria, and Iraq.
 
In the glow of a full moon,
Their faces reflected on the river's mirrors,
Every night, for a thousand and one nights.
The tales of love never ended.
 
The glow of Sirius shone upon them every night,
The seven sisters stood like a vigilant star,
Watching over the warmth of the newborn love.
Scheherazade asked:
How did the world know war and destruction?
Scheherazade answered:
It was the mistake of Prometheus, my lord.
He wondered how,
And Prometheus had fallen in love with humanity.
She answered him: Yes.
 
Zeus made a pact with the seer Prometheus,
He created mankind,
And bestowed gifts and blessings upon creation,
The gods of Olympus.
 
Babylon and Egypt loved astronomy,
To determine the seasons,
Egypt and Mesopotamia mastered
The sciences of numbers and letters.
The Pharaohs excelled in architecture and construction,
The Phoenicians sailed the seas,
Guided by the Phoenician star for trade.
 
They sailed around the African continent,
Discovered the Cape of Good Hope,
Connected the East to the West,
They drew a circle around the world,
A circle of glowing commercial and cultural links,
From the shores of Syria to the Mediterranean coasts.
 
They excelled in speaking
The Semitic languages
They mastered glassmaking
And weaving
Dyeing fabrics with purple
The Sumerians excelled
In the arts of healing and medicine
 
Humankind lived in the bliss of love,
In innocence and wealth,
Until Prometheus stole the fire
And gave humanity a spark of it.
 
Innocence of love fled,
Evil and murder dwelled in souls,
Humans and animals became
A sacrifice to Zeus.
 
Prometheus was imprisoned in his eternal prison,
In pain with his eagle and chains,
On the mountains of the Caucasus.
 
Hope hid for a while,
In hearts.
 
Shahryar returned to ask,
Where did poverty,
Hypocrisy, illness, and evils come from?
Shahrazad answered him,
From Zeus' box
Of evils.
When Pandora conquered
Curiosity,
She filled the world with evils.
 
 
The paradise of the earth turned
To hell.
The Arameans, Chaldeans,
And Syrians
Sought to subjugate Assyria.
They failed, and Assyria's kingdoms
Remained proud.
Centuries passed, and ambitions grew,
And the evils.
The nations passed,
Each in their own folly.
 
Prometheus waits
For the savior.
Hercules came to break
The chains.
Chiron gave up
His immortality.
He became a constellation
Among the stars.
 
He created from stones
Men and women,
So that evil would end
And growth would begin.
 
 
But alas,
Greed became
Inseparable from every human.
February and betrayal
Became the curse of Baghdad.
The Mongol Hulagu
Once besieged,
And razed Baghdad.
Then,
The alliance of yesterday's aggressors
Against the noble Iraq
In recent times,
Provoked the emperor's arrogance,
And exhausted his strength
With an Iranian war.
Then, a human crime
Against peaceful Kuwait,
Weakened it with more
Chains and siege,
Then, the stab of escape
And betrayal.
 
 
The soul faltered,
The balance of power was lost,
It became a jaguar, speckled
And deformed,
Consuming only
The little angels.
They used multiple techniques,
Air, sea, and land,
Cluster bombs,
Incendiary gas shells,
Cruise missiles,
Air, ground, and ballistic,
Direct assault ammunition,
And various types of bombs,
Aircraft carriers,
Submarines,
And cruisers.
 
The souls of the children were spilled
As sacrifices
To the gods of evil
The fierce winds of the waves
Erased the drawings of the children
From the walls
Removed the names of lovers
From the sands
Of the Tigris and Euphrates
The loved ones departed
From the coffee of Al-Zahawi
The maqams fell silent
The music of Iraq.
 
Hope returned
Fading in the hearts
Yearning to
Walk between the streets
Searching for
A storyteller
A wise Scheherazade
Who uncovered the secrets of the legend
An eternal, noble seer
Who tested pain
And triumphed.
 
She tells us the prophecy of true love
About a Savior
Who rose from
Among the dead
Brought love back to the cosmos
To restore us
From the shame of betrayal
Wars and treason.
 
Be well and joyful,
And enjoy your loved ones...
For life is not lived without love,
My love, Scheherazade in a previous life,
Goddess of poetry, storytelling, and narrative
Goddess of the chalk and all the myths
The diamond of the Mountain of Light
Goddess of the four letters
Goddess of the twenty-fifth hour
The Mona Lisa of passionate, difficult love, enchanting across times and ages
The fascinating mystic across lives and eras
Cleopatra, beloved... and lover of the homeland
Forever beloved, insightful
My passion for my homeland and my love for its life
From 2003 until... and until the end of the world
And all that it holds
My poetry remains, inspiring millions