POEMS FROM SITI RUQAIYAH HASHIM
Rokiah Hashim from Malaysia writes using the name of Siti Ruqaiyah Hashim. She graduated from University of Science in Malaysia in Theatre and Drama, then continued her studies in University of Sydney and obtained Post Graduate Diploma in Translation from Institute of Translations and Books in Malaysia. Starting from 1987 her poems and short stories were published by mainstream literature magazines and newspapers. She is also prolific in film and theatre critics and wrote since 2007 in her column in a major national daily in Malaysia and published a film critic book in 2015 and some 250 articles. A bi-lingual anthology of her poems titled Catharsis/Katarsis in English and Bahasa Melayu was published in 2015 and Spanish in 2016. Her bi-lingual anthology together with 12 other world peace poets titled News From Strasbourg was published in 2017. All translation into Bahasa Melayu was done by SitiRuqaiyah herself. Her second bi-lingual World Peace Poem anthology titled Peace Be Upon You Davos was published in June 2019 in Zagreb. Her collection of poems were translated and published in Albanian recently by Ditet E Naimit 2019 titled Rerat E Sri Lavender. Her latest bi-lingual book is translations of Shaip Emerllahu poems In Bahasa Melayu and English titled Epal Tetovo/Apples of Tetovo also published in late 2019 . Her works also appeared in numerous other anthologies together with other world poets and in foreign magazines and newspaper. .She attended numerous local poem festivals in Malaysia and all over the world. She is currently living in Europe and an associate author with International magazine Diogen Pro Culture for World Peace (USA), Poetrybay(USA),Greenwatch Bangladesh, Campus 247.Wordpress (Ghana), Atunis Galaktike Poetry (Brussels) IWABOGDANI (Brussels) and many others. Her poem won Best Poem in Split, Croatia in May 2019. Recently She was awarded by IWABOGDANI Brussels and Yalta 10th Chekov Festival in 2019. International Forum of Creativity and Humanity (IFCH) based in Morocco recently awarded her Excellence in Recognition of Humanitarian and Cultural Fields and on International Women’s Day 2020 she was awarded Ideal Arab Leadership Woman. She was also appointedAmbassador of Humanity from Malaysia by IFCH.
THIS DIFFICULT TIMES
In this difficult times we heard stories bodies could not be buried in hometowns but taken to uninhibated deserts children could not sit down to hold hands of parents still warm died few minutes ago could not bade farewell and will live with nightmares whole lifetime.
In this difficult times grandmas and grandpas died in their bed in old folks homes bodies kept in tennis stadiums by the roadsides in municipal halls in countries always talking about progress cleanliness health and happiness index .
In this difficult times television stations relayed stories hospitals not admitting seniors and taking only younger patients and an old lady of 90 refused ventilator and gave it to a younger patient because she had lived long enough she said.
In this difficult times many doctors and hospital staffs were infected by the virus and I sent messages to all my friends all over the world to look after themselves and never forget to say prayers before going to sleep.
In this difficult times I And Edin could still have a laugh because he said in his country the death rate was low because he said they are not rich and his people doesn’t fly here and there.
Ah! Actually its not so bad not being rich.
Then I told him In my homeland its also like that because old parents live with their children and always being taken care off when they have a slight fever and cough and our death rate is not thousands like in countries where they talked about high happiness index.
Kings, presidents and prime ministers who are gods all these while are also infected
Ah! this is not for those 99% only!
This unseen virus wants to remind us to be human I think. Few days ago Antonio Gutterres send his email to me to keep writing about peace, no war and don’t ignore this virus threat to the refugees camps.
Yes Sir!
Ms Christian Laggard, found already answers to solve problems of seniors who lived long because the health index of countries with high happiness level is very high?
Divine intervention I think!
Berlin Winter 2020.
WINTER OF LOVE
My man I admit without veils I was the wrong one For the lack of Space and time for you
Scatterings of love signatures Colors of passion portrayal of soul You dropped Along the path Green seasons hand in hand with you I didn’t pick Letting them rot there Though its on the surface only Never destroyed After decades and years
Every meeting since then Trauma of the soul clearly seen Don’t need conclusions of expert analysis Maybe you felt Rain and storms on the stages of my life
From this distance I am documenting again Silky love thread towards you Nostlagia of togetherness When we were Romeo and Juliet Awal and Mira On the theatres of life Due to painful knots of love We suppressed for so long
My man, Your monument in my heart Had not been disturbed Till now Because there is no one like you
I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry…..
Thank you for loyalty I had never seen In a man like you
WHEN SNOW FALLS
On this balcony of life Everytime snow falls I remembered About you Lukman Hakim Who screamed happily In my tight hug In our red toboggan Fast going down To the foot of the hill In Glenshee
My son Maybe you don’t remember You were once happy In your mum’s embracement
Ah! Life……..
Pristina Winter 2020
I AM MY DAD’S DAUGHTER (tribute to my late dad and mum)
My dad taught me not to run away when facing difficulty since small he took me hiking and jungle trekking and taught me the law of the jungles but never to use them because we are human beings
My dad was a liberated man who allowed his wife to work and understood the needs of modern life
Mum was a teacher and dad learnt a lot from her once his mother, my grandmother asked him to marry another wife because dad was moving around and mum didn’t want to leave her job
But dad said no he loved mum too much admired her and understood the need to make sacrifices for better life
You want to say I am a tough uncompromising woman?
I am my dad’s daughter he taught me to fight to hold on to principles to stand up with integrity and never to quit!
I am my dad’s daughter he is the man who taught me to be a woman of dignity
Alfatihah* for dad and mum
Ipoh September 2016
Note: * verses from Quran recited for the dead.
ARTFUL GAMES OF THE GODS
My man Thank you For loving me Pouring everything In your cryptic poems Your soul potrayed there Your love spilled in them Confusions also clearly digested And not a bit doubted Not even a drop of surprise at all
My man we had dived into Lakes of hearts and minds And I believed You really love me
But playing fields had changed The gods are in the arena With exotic artful chess games And we both knew The next rules
All pawns will be sacrificed!
Ah! We are the chosen pawns Not any ordinary ones Be happy with that….
Berlin Winter 2020
Rokiah Hashim from Malaysia writes using the name of Siti Ruqaiyah Hashim. She graduated from University of Science in Malaysia in Theatre and Drama, then continued her studies in University of Sydney and obtained Post Graduate Diploma in Translation from Institute of Translations and Books in Malaysia. Starting from 1987 her poems and short stories were published by mainstream literature magazines and newspapers. She is also prolific in film and theatre critics and wrote since 2007 in her column in a major national daily in Malaysia and published a film critic book in 2015 and some 250 articles. A bi-lingual anthology of her poems titled Catharsis/Katarsis in English and Bahasa Melayu was published in 2015 and Spanish in 2016. Her bi-lingual anthology together with 12 other world peace poets titled News From Strasbourg was published in 2017. All translation into Bahasa Melayu was done by SitiRuqaiyah herself. Her second bi-lingual World Peace Poem anthology titled Peace Be Upon You Davos was published in June 2019 in Zagreb. Her collection of poems were translated and published in Albanian recently by Ditet E Naimit 2019 titled Rerat E Sri Lavender. Her latest bi-lingual book is translations of Shaip Emerllahu poems In Bahasa Melayu and English titled Epal Tetovo/Apples of Tetovo also published in late 2019 . Her works also appeared in numerous other anthologies together with other world poets and in foreign magazines and newspaper. .She attended numerous local poem festivals in Malaysia and all over the world. She is currently living in Europe and an associate author with International magazine Diogen Pro Culture for World Peace (USA), Poetrybay(USA),Greenwatch Bangladesh, Campus 247.Wordpress (Ghana), Atunis Galaktike Poetry (Brussels) IWABOGDANI (Brussels) and many others. Her poem won Best Poem in Split, Croatia in May 2019. Recently She was awarded by IWABOGDANI Brussels and Yalta 10th Chekov Festival in 2019. International Forum of Creativity and Humanity (IFCH) based in Morocco recently awarded her Excellence in Recognition of Humanitarian and Cultural Fields and on International Women’s Day 2020 she was awarded Ideal Arab Leadership Woman. She was also appointedAmbassador of Humanity from Malaysia by IFCH.
THIS DIFFICULT TIMES
In this difficult times we heard stories bodies could not be buried in hometowns but taken to uninhibated deserts children could not sit down to hold hands of parents still warm died few minutes ago could not bade farewell and will live with nightmares whole lifetime.
In this difficult times grandmas and grandpas died in their bed in old folks homes bodies kept in tennis stadiums by the roadsides in municipal halls in countries always talking about progress cleanliness health and happiness index .
In this difficult times television stations relayed stories hospitals not admitting seniors and taking only younger patients and an old lady of 90 refused ventilator and gave it to a younger patient because she had lived long enough she said.
In this difficult times many doctors and hospital staffs were infected by the virus and I sent messages to all my friends all over the world to look after themselves and never forget to say prayers before going to sleep.
In this difficult times I And Edin could still have a laugh because he said in his country the death rate was low because he said they are not rich and his people doesn’t fly here and there.
Ah! Actually its not so bad not being rich.
Then I told him In my homeland its also like that because old parents live with their children and always being taken care off when they have a slight fever and cough and our death rate is not thousands like in countries where they talked about high happiness index.
Kings, presidents and prime ministers who are gods all these while are also infected
Ah! this is not for those 99% only!
This unseen virus wants to remind us to be human I think. Few days ago Antonio Gutterres send his email to me to keep writing about peace, no war and don’t ignore this virus threat to the refugees camps.
Yes Sir!
Ms Christian Laggard, found already answers to solve problems of seniors who lived long because the health index of countries with high happiness level is very high?
Divine intervention I think!
Berlin Winter 2020.
WINTER OF LOVE
My man I admit without veils I was the wrong one For the lack of Space and time for you
Scatterings of love signatures Colors of passion portrayal of soul You dropped Along the path Green seasons hand in hand with you I didn’t pick Letting them rot there Though its on the surface only Never destroyed After decades and years
Every meeting since then Trauma of the soul clearly seen Don’t need conclusions of expert analysis Maybe you felt Rain and storms on the stages of my life
From this distance I am documenting again Silky love thread towards you Nostlagia of togetherness When we were Romeo and Juliet Awal and Mira On the theatres of life Due to painful knots of love We suppressed for so long
My man, Your monument in my heart Had not been disturbed Till now Because there is no one like you
I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry…..
Thank you for loyalty I had never seen In a man like you
WHEN SNOW FALLS
On this balcony of life Everytime snow falls I remembered About you Lukman Hakim Who screamed happily In my tight hug In our red toboggan Fast going down To the foot of the hill In Glenshee
My son Maybe you don’t remember You were once happy In your mum’s embracement
Ah! Life……..
Pristina Winter 2020
I AM MY DAD’S DAUGHTER (tribute to my late dad and mum)
My dad taught me not to run away when facing difficulty since small he took me hiking and jungle trekking and taught me the law of the jungles but never to use them because we are human beings
My dad was a liberated man who allowed his wife to work and understood the needs of modern life
Mum was a teacher and dad learnt a lot from her once his mother, my grandmother asked him to marry another wife because dad was moving around and mum didn’t want to leave her job
But dad said no he loved mum too much admired her and understood the need to make sacrifices for better life
You want to say I am a tough uncompromising woman?
I am my dad’s daughter he taught me to fight to hold on to principles to stand up with integrity and never to quit!
I am my dad’s daughter he is the man who taught me to be a woman of dignity
Alfatihah* for dad and mum
Ipoh September 2016
Note: * verses from Quran recited for the dead.
ARTFUL GAMES OF THE GODS
My man Thank you For loving me Pouring everything In your cryptic poems Your soul potrayed there Your love spilled in them Confusions also clearly digested And not a bit doubted Not even a drop of surprise at all
My man we had dived into Lakes of hearts and minds And I believed You really love me
But playing fields had changed The gods are in the arena With exotic artful chess games And we both knew The next rules
All pawns will be sacrificed!
Ah! We are the chosen pawns Not any ordinary ones Be happy with that….
Berlin Winter 2020