No time for major entry today…off to (more) museums, souq, and hopefully to Dubai to stare at the tallest building in the world.
Great day with Ahmed who gave us a personal tour of the Islamic Civilization Museum.(I am a museum junkie, I can spend all day in a museum).
Then he took us to a great local Lebanese restaurant for dinner 
where we had a ridiculous amount of food for a ridiculous $30.
(I highly recommend the falafel arabic, moist and perfectly grilled).
Please check my Facebook album for many photos…still trying to upload, share, etc. to various locations…:)
Also, last night I sat in on an Arabic women poetry reading…I had my own personal translator whispering in my ear. It was bizarre. Very passionate readers…lots of words, lots of “country” and more men in the room than women.
Quite interesting.
I am compiling a collage poem from the poetry fragments whispered in my ear by the lovely
Joyce Mouaead, Official Book Fair Interpreter (Wish I had taken her picture).
Here is a unedited sample so far…
The Poets
Maryam AP Nakbi
Mahra Mohamad Bani Yas
Bardis Fuson Khalifa
Arabs be proud
Protect your country
from those who will do harm
Sing of country
You are like flowers
and live in a unique world
One voice
One voice
An emergency
You don’t take into consideration
I am living in this country
Feeling sorrow
I have an emergency
Urging me
To leave
Paris is like magic
They forget
They forget
They think that the snow
Will give me feelings
I don’t have here
I was in my office and I heard a noise
My father died
My father died
Sadness and determination
Like a crying baby
But also like sunshine
My country
My country
No one will be like him
I ask for the pen to write
Express my feelings
This pen started writing
Times are getting more difficult
I am sick
I am sick
Only God can help me
A mermaid that can fly
Spreads her wings
Poetry is a gift
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