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    Who Put the Pen in My Hand?
    Who Put the Pen in My Hand?
    Who Put the Pen in My Hand?
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    Who Put the Pen in My Hand?

    By Zarina Bibi

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    The author will introduce you to the natural world in a way you never imagined.
    Her poems and prose will take you on an exotic journey through the Middle East and India.
    She then brings you back home.
    All of your senses come alive with delight, sorrow, love and pain.
    You will find yourself astonished with her imagination as she reveals her souls true essence
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateNov 9, 2012
    ISBN9781456799137
    Who Put the Pen in My Hand?
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    Zarina Bibi

    Zarina Bibi is the eldest daughter of Abdul Azeez and Amina Bibi. She was born in the year 1959 in Nasouri, Fiji Islands. Her great grandparents along with many east Indians left India and arrived on the Island by the hands of the British. Here they were forced to work on the sugar cane plantation. After enduring many years of poverty, her father left home in 1963 in search for a better life for his family. He arrived in America and settled in Sacramento California, working on farms with other immigrants. Once he had money saved and a place to call home, he summoned his family to join him. Zarina arrived in 1965 along with her mother and four siblings. She is currently living in the same city with her husband, four sons and a grandson. Her inspiration of writing came from Sufi songs she listened to with her father. By friends suggestion she decided to publish her work. The Bright Night Sky her first book, a children’s bedtime story in memory of her father. She recounts an event that occurred when she was a young child.

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      Who Put the Pen in My Hand? - Zarina Bibi

      © 2012 by Zarina Bibi. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse   11/05/2012

      ISBN: 978-1-4567-9915-1 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4567-9914-4 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4567-9913-7 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2011915762

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Author reserves rights on photos:

      1.Cover and back cover

      2.Core of a fruit.

      3.Scattered Sindoor on the floor.

      4.Prayer bead on praying rug.

      5.Wedding Henna.

      6.Ghungroos.

      Special thanks to photographer Adriana Cabezas.

      And to Danielle Aguiar for her support and help.

      From Author of the children’s book The Bright Night Sky

      Contents

      ~The air~

      ~ Rose~

      ~Cobra~

      ~The jungle~

      ~Father~

      ~Sindoor~

      ~Eid Ki Chand~

      ~Sun~

      ~Sameer~

      ~Blackbird~

      ~Poet~

      ~Mother~

      ~ Rain~

      ~Asif~

      ~Mother Somalia~

      ~Fatwa~

      ~The hunter~

      ~ Bittersweet chocolate~

      ~ The Pen~

      Sindoor worn by married Hindu women, placed in the parting of their hair and a dot on the forehead. This vermilion comes in scarlet red.

      Ghungroos are medium to large size bells. Some are made of gold, others metal. They are strung together, embedded on fabric with a tie, so it is easy to wrap around ankles. Used by Pakistani and Indian dancers as a music instrument.

      Sarees are fabrics that come in many texture. Muslim and Hindu women drape this fabric around their waist.

      Henna comes from the Middle East. The leaves are grinded into a paste and applied on hands and feet of brides prior to their wedding day. Used as adornment by Muslim women.

      I am the flower that the merciless wind blew off a branch.

      Landing on the ground, I look up at the sky.

      And become hopeful that someone will pick me up.

      Hold me tight and whisper sweet words of love.

      Give reasons to bloom…

      However, now I lay withering away, even the sky shows no mercy.

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      This touch from your spellbinding gaze made me the envy of all fragrant flowers.

      Even the doves fly by as butterflies and sunshine is in sheer haze.

      Such an innocent glance of love set nature on fire.

      Desires from both recall your spell and put everything back in its balance.

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      How beautiful was the night that we beheld each other with just a glance.

      I melted in your eyes, yet you felt I was in your arms.

      How beautiful was the night that we danced under the moon’s charm.

      I was the delight of your eyes, and you mine.

      Oh… how beautiful was the night that we glowed brighter than the full moon.

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      Finding precious friends is as opening an oyster to discover golden pearls.

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      Sometimes I cannot find the right words to share my thoughts.

      Even the perfect gift to bring is so far from sight.

      Yet, what is so very clear, you my dear are unforgettable.

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      Forget me not for I forget thee not.

      Love me as I love thee.

      Keep me in your heart, not your mind.

      For in the heart I stay forever.

      In mind, I fade away as a thought.

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      ~The air~

      His hands held tight around her tiny throat. She stares into eyes that show no mercy. This gives her time to think while breaths escape slowly. Surely, I shall be free from all the abuse if I allow him to kill me. She at last surrenders into hands that relieve her not. A refreshing movement of light wind brings awareness. She quickly draws in a breath of this cool breeze.

      Suddenly a hard push sends him away from her and landing him against white walls. She becomes surprised at her own strength; life comes back to tired limbs. Her lips quiver with fright yet lastly words

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