Fatima Ali Al-Ashabi

The Healer of Griefs with Sorrows
Khuyut
October 26, 2021

Fatima Ali Al-Ashabi

The Healer of Griefs with Sorrows
Khuyut
October 26, 2021
©Khuyut

Fatima was born in the village of Beit Al-Ashabi - Al-Mahwit governorate. She is a writer, poet and author. She was deprived of education because of the customs that prevailed on girls’ education. She, secretly, learned the basics of reading and writing with self-effort. When her father, who was a tribal Sheikh, knew about this, he was overjoyed. He brought her a tutor home. He taught her the Holy Koran, intonation, jurisprudence, biography, interpretation, grammar and other sciences. After her marriage, she intermittently attended formal education until she entered university. She worked as a researcher at the Yemeni Studies and Research Center in Sana'a, then as deputy director of the Yemeni Cultural Center in Cairo.


Her Literary Works:


It is Fatima, a collection of poems that were released in Baghdad.

Dawn Glow (in association), published in 1991. 

Herbal Folk, a poetry collection. 

Tomorrow We'll Be Together, a poetry collection. 

We Might Laugh One Day, a poetic collection. 

Daughter of the Sheik, a novel.

She has participated in a number of literary festivals and forums and has received a number of awards and certificates of recognition. She is a member of a number of federations, syndicates, and literary and feminist organizations. 


Here is a part from a poem of hers entitled “The Homeland in a Diplomatic Briefcase": 


In despair I flog my ribs


and pour my heart into my deep bottoms 


I have sacrificed the life in the name of my chivalry 


to soften the heart of the rock under my fingers


I filled myself with negligence to the core 


so fields of thorns grew in my heart 


I am more remorseful with the result of loss


than with my remorse to my disorientation


And I roam the lands of the mirage with my defect


and heal the griefs with sorrows 


I blindfolded the emotions of my eyes


with my blood-colored tears


It's okay if time storms my oasis


and my soul breaks on my branches 


It's okay if the place is expelled my chivalry


to take refuge from my prison to my prisoner 


It's okay if the place expelled my chivalry


to escape from my prison to my jailer


It is okay if my resurrection takes place against me 


and I escape from myself to Satan


It's okay if existence hears my plight


because my sterile voice did not give birth to my power 


I adored and preserved my miserable homeland


from vein to vein, yet it abandoned me


It was forced on me to leave for my loneliness


how hard displacement is in my homeland


Oh, maybe the disorientation opened my eyes


to see a stranger leading me to my end


Oh, I might be suspicious of him coming towards me


and I might give him hugs


And maybe he'll pluck me out of my soil 


and replant me out of mind


I have neither family nor 


parents, or what necessitates my disobedience


She has another poem entitled "Longing for the Beginning" 


On the path of my compulsive night 


I hesitated like a bewildered nightingale


I stood bandaging the night wound


all I had was the temptation of the misfortune


I stood panting on the hunchback


tired of my lost footsteps


I looked at yesterday in heartbreak 


and how I traveled to my presence


And how I asked the darkness about tomorrow


when longing has shone in my eyes


I cry when I will cross the sea; caring not 


about the roaring and raging waves


And I have a strong determination


and my heart has the wakefulness of a bird


But after a restless quest 


I came across what I forgot 


And that is only a supply for tomorrow 


in my heart like a sinking desert spring 


And he who has less supply in his journey


is the most miserable person.


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