Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Short Bio: Mr. Ahmed Farooq Baidoon, situated in northern Egypt, Damietta. A poet, a novelist and critic. His avant-garde literary oeuvre was written in Arabic; namely, a collection of short stories, entitled: ‘A Human being but…?’, ‘Snippets Tinged With Savory of Oneself’, ‘Altar of Imagination’, more and above, regarding the release of poetic Arabic anthologies titled: ‘Give me some slack’ & ‘Humanity Shortcomings’, alongside with preliminary novels. Besides, some translation works to build up a cultural cauldron. Worthy mentioning the repertoire of English poetic sharing and epistolary anthologies through social media platforms and magazines; i.e, Verseum, OPA, Poetry Tribune, Meipian, HomoUniversalis, Orfeu, Puspaporvat, Global Poetry, etc… To rejuvenate that linguistic commonplace in tapestry of innovation in some other Arabic poetic electronic fora like Sefrou, Amarji, The Critic, Arabic Literary Symphony and Snippets SIM Electronic Magazine.
• Here in a poem to share with your excellency to enable children with exceptional abilities to become heroes and heroines, as follows:
Rise and Shine My Hero:
I was nicknamed a disabled being, crippled from certain things,
Wandering through woof of darkness and rejoicing with other clings,
Half-eyed, numbed mute or deafened with autism, a kind of moron lacking calibers,
A retarded with gigantic shape, sometimes a midget with vociferous blabbers,
With steadfastness I said: ‘behold and hearken my tale’:
“There once was a dreamy zero full of passion,
With paralyzed motionless limbs – no canopy nor supporting pillars to ponder upon,
If only he had this magic wand to unleash his creative fashion,
There be a proclamation of his might to make true those numeral dreams bygone,
Let alone a laughter, a mockery or even contemptuous satire pictured by Numbers;
Those bragging One, two, three, four and that’s to say,
They giggle at zero since his nothingness or role to play,
He hold true to their glorious straightened stature,
At once, roaring teens invaded their land,
Those helpless infinitesimal integers subdued to their command,
A pitiful zero at a glance, glimpsed their shackles,
And whispered to his own limitless tackles,
Verily a handicapped be that shape of mine,
Yet, a tumultuous triumphant number along the margin of line,
He leapt with an abrupt raid to make the difference,
The one untied fetters as a laudable ten and rid of such belligerence,
Here came twenty, thirty, forty – the rest cherished the handgrip of deliverance,
They all hailed zero: ‘Yep, Yep – Hurray our hero’,
It was you who made for us this value,
Pardon us as miserable heartless denying you”,
He – with loss of a divine corporal bliss – shall be gifted as an innovative wonder,
Never did he sight things like those of sound healthy render,
He pictured marvels of the environs as a genius painter,
Never did he grasp seas as liquid of a watery stream,
However, a lovely aquarium containing colorful fish whatsoever darkened gleam,
Never did he envisage mounts as cliffy rocks and sand dunes,
Yet – a lofty castle with angelic tunes,
Never did he recite alphabets as rehearsed in mindful brains,
But- the lesson and morale behind apart from our humankind mains,
Thus – it wasn’t for having entire countless blessings in possession;
Be it for enabling heroic little buds to unravel meaningful values in procession.
