My Poetry,Stories & Thoughts


by Reema on September 11, 2006

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I still hear the mourning of wounded hearts, wounded souls….

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Every little thing

by Reema on September 8, 2006

in My Poetry,Stories & Thoughts

he does…

I’d be busy cooking dinner or lunch preparing his favorite dish when he suddenly hugs and kisses me on the nape of my neck sending chills through my body. Or when I’m broken and tired unable to move from a seizure that I can’t control, he’d take my hand and whispers words of love as his tears bathed my face. Even though I’m confused and dazed unable to speak I feel his warmth, his love that slowly brings back the strength in me. I remember that day when he came from work and held me tightly, his body was shaking terribly. I asked him what was wrong and he answered with a quivering voice that he witness a car accident, a mother and her child were killed. It terrified him, he said if God forbid something would happen to me or our son he couldn’t bare to live without us. This morning like any normal day as I was feeding baby Ali the door bell rang, and when I opened it I was greeted with beautiful red roses. The card said To the best wife and mother in the entire world, Love H. I cried out of sheer happiness. Who knew after the pain I suffered from my first marriage that across the globe my soul mate, my love found me and placing me in his heart as I also did the same. He calls me his desert rose, his princess, his every thing. He healed me with his love and kindness, in a world surrounded by hate we vowed to tell our love story to tell our son, to make him believe that fairy tales do could come true.
he brings such great joy to my heart with every little thing he does…..

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by Reema on August 24, 2006

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So true and well written

I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. When I was twelve, the words was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present, and into the future. We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see out destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put in the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we’re told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wilderness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad at what they allowed to whither in themselves. After you get so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get all weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theatre, the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm. The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. We get shouldered with burdens, some of them good, some of them not so good. Things happen to us. Loved ones die. People get in wrecks, and get crippled. It’s not hard to do, in this world of crazy mazes. Life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. You don’t know its happening until one day you feel like you’ve lost something, but you’re not sure what it is.

Robert McCammon



by Reema on August 23, 2006

in My Poetry,Stories & Thoughts

For my dear friend and noble knight Kevin.

Take us there we beg you
a place where we belong to
where we hear no more cries
where we live forever and no one dies
no more destruction no more wars
only enchanting woods and beautiful shores
a world never seen by mortal eyes
this earth was filled with wandering spies

Take me there where sacred unicorns dance
Their beauty captivates me with one glance
Where the Hedgerow faeries sweetly sing
With all the love they bring
Where pine spirits draws me to sleep
Healing my wounds that are so deep
A dream within a dream
Vanishing away my screams

Take me there where soft chants fills the air
Who would resist its magic? Who would dare?
a ritual done for so many years
taking away our fears

Ancient wizard hear my plea
From my pain you have set me free
do not let your gift fade away
Do not be the darkness prey
Do not dwell long within the shadow
Fight it or others would follow

Reborn from the light and do not grieve
Stay here forever and never leave
This world flows through you
Look into your heart and you know its true
Take us there we beg you
a place where we belong to.

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Within You

by Reema on January 27, 2006

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Save me from you
or do I need to be saved?
like the wind you came freezing my soul
how I embrace this dark coldness
come now and conquer thy heart
let me fill your void
let your cruel waves hit me
I can no longer stand
nor do I have the will
I am lost in your abyss
your darkness is bewitching
heal me with your hurt
bring your pain unto thy soul
let me be your carrier
rebirth from my love
and leave me to cry from suffering and longing.

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Another Year Approaches

by Reema on December 27, 2005

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2005 will end soon and in this year i had my ups and downs, i remember how happy i was when i got pregnant we were so exciting but sadly our happiness never lasted long as i went through another loss, having my mother around helped me get through my depression and i know how hard it’s for her that i live so far away, love you mom. I’ve been lucky to have met such wonderful people that I’m proud to call as my friends truly this to me is a treasure. With re-new hope i tried again to get pregnant but first i had to endure the terrible 7 days I’ve spent in the hospital due to my Epilepsy, the reason i said it was terrible because i felt like i was a lab rat i was so glad when it was over and i wouldn’t have made it through without my loving dad and husband at my side, love you both 🙂

This year i was happy to see Kuwait’s first slow steps to democracy gave me hope for a better future, women finally gained their political rights, a female minister got appointed and we also had our first female pilot. For me 2005 was different from any other year because of the devastation that natural disasters had caused from the Tsunami in Asia to Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, and the earth quakes in Pakistan so many people lost their lives and their homes our prayers goes out to them.

Some of the my most pleasurable moments in 2005 was meeting my favorite writers at the book signing and the Romance Book Conference, i still wish that someday I’d meet my friend Shi face to face, she’s one awesome writer 🙂 But of course the most wonderful time of my life this year was getting pregnant again and feeling my baby’s first kick .

I thank God for everything he had given and taken from me, i am blessed with a loving family, a wonderful husband and supportive friends i wish you all a very Happy New Year , may it be a year full of bliss and happiness, may the suffering ends and peace conquers one must not lose hope for it could happen one day.


Candle Light

by Reema on September 13, 2005

in My Poetry,Stories & Thoughts

A candle light so slowly it fades
No one can hide within its shades
are those tears I see?
or a reminder of ones wasted years
tears by touch can burn
a scar for everyone’s turn
soon the dark all would cover
but time is yet not over
a new candle will light
with tears of happiness it will be bright.

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The Eagle

by Reema on September 11, 2005

in Memoriam, My Poetry,Stories & Thoughts

Written by Hank Cochran, Red Lane and Mack Vickery.

Lord knows I am peaceful
When I’m left alone.
I’ve always been an eagle
Been a while since I have flown.
My claws are sharp as ever
So is my eagle eye.
Something’s gonna go tonight
When the eagle flies.

Lately I’ve heard rumors
That the eagle may be lame.
Just because I’ve been idle
Don’t mean that I’m tame.
You’ve jeopardized my freedom
My natural place to roost.
I can fly if I have to
If they turn the eagle loose.

So lay all your doubts aside
When you go to bed tonight.
My feathers have been ruffled
And I’m ready for a fight.
Just because I took a while to fly
Don’t mean that i don’t care.
When you feel the shadow crossing
The eagle’s in the air.

When you feel the shadow crossing
The eagle’s in the air.

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I still remember that day as if it was yesterday i was getting ready to go to New York with my dad and sister when the first plane hit the tower, and as we watched the second plane hit on T.V i knew this was not an accident, May God bless those souls that died on that tragic day 🙁