{"id":10737,"date":"2015-03-22T17:31:58","date_gmt":"2015-03-22T17:31:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/?p=10737"},"modified":"2015-03-22T17:31:58","modified_gmt":"2015-03-22T17:31:58","slug":"mothers-in-the-arabic-literature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/mothers-in-the-arabic-literature\/","title":{"rendered":"Mothers in the Arabic Literature"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0 \u00a0 Ahlan Arabic lovers! I would like to start this post with a special thank you to my mother and all mothers; Happy Mother’s Day<\/a>! The Arab world celebrated Mother’s Day yesterday. The idea of officially celebrating mothers on a special day that coincides with the coming of spring dates back to Mustafa Amin<\/a>. To know more about the social occasion, you can read this article about Mother’s Day in the Arab World<\/a>. Lots and lots of poems and songs were written and sung to commemorate mothers and their exceptional love and sacrifice. In this post, I will try to shed some light on the status of mothers in the Arabic literature.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0In the Pre-Islamic era, women had a very important role in the society as they participated in the most important events. Women were a direct cause of many wars and disputes like Al-Basous War that lasted for many years. As the tribal Arab system knew slavery, women were divided into two ranks; those slaves and those free women. Men used to boast of having free mothers while calling someone as the son of a mother-slave was an insult. An example of famous pre-Islamic poets who were son of a slave woman was Antarah Bin Shaddad whose father was ashamed of him and didn’t recognize him as son for a long time because his mother was a slave black woman.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Many Pre-Islamic poets used to praise their beloved’s mothers and fathers in their poems rather than praising the beloved. There is no single famous poet at the time that was not reported to have said some poetry in which he mentioned a mother.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The idea of motherhood is originally a poetic idea. It is the idea of soul that divides into two bodies. Those two bodies were linked by some special link and some many beautiful poems. That is why all volumes of poetry have some beautiful poems about mothers; secrets of life.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A mother is the first country of a person, a first and last love. Paradise is under her feet. She is the cure, the doctor, the question and the answer. A long history, she (the mother \u0627\u0644\u0623\u0645<\/strong>) was given so many names and descriptions.<\/p>\n

\"Happy<\/a>

Happy Mother’s Day<\/p><\/div>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Modern Arabic literature is full of exceptional poems about mothers. Abu-Al-Qassim Al-Shabi; the Tunisian famous poet tries hard in one of his poems to explain that hidden divine feeling between a mother and her son when he says:<\/p>\n

\u0627\u0644\u0623\u0645 \u062a\u0640\u0640<\/strong>\u0640<\/strong>\u0644\u0640\u0640\u062b\u0640\u0640\u0645 \u0637\u0640\u0640\u0641\u0640\u0640\u0644\u0640\u0640\u0647\u0640\u0640\u0627 \u0648 \u062a\u0640\u0640\u0636\u0640\u0640\u0645\u0640\u0640\u0647<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>The mother kisses and embraces her baby<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u062d\u0640\u0640\u0631\u0645 \u0633\u0640\u0640\u0645\u0640\u0640\u0627\u0648\u064a \u0627\u0644\u0640\u0640\u062c\u0640\u0640\u0645\u0640\u0640\u0627\u0644 \u0645\u0640\u0640\u0642\u0640\u0640\u062f\u0633<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That is a sacred beautiful and divine sanctuary<\/p>\n

And here is the Egyptian modern poet considers mother as a school in his well-known poem saying:<\/p>\n

\u0627\u0644\u0623\u0645\u0651 \u0645\u0640\u0640\u062f\u0631\u0633\u0640\u0640\u0629\u064c \u0625\u0630\u0627 \u0623\u0639\u0640\u0640\u062f\u062f\u062a\u0640\u0640\u0647\u0640\u0640\u0627<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mother is a school that if well-prepared,<\/p>\n

\u0623\u0639\u0640\u0640\u062f\u062f\u062a\u064e \u0634\u0640\u0640\u0639\u0640\u0640\u0628\u0640\u0640\u0627\u064b \u0637\u0640\u0640\u064a\u0640\u0640\u0628 \u0627\u0644\u0623\u0639\u0640\u0640\u0631\u0627\u0642<\/strong><\/p>\n

Then you have prepared a well-bred nation.<\/p>\n

Poets have reached old age but they still young in her hands. The poet and ex Saudi minister Abdel-Aziz Khoujah addresses his mother saying:<\/p>\n

\u0623\u0645\u0640\u0627\u0647 \u0625\u0646\u0640\u064a \u0642\u0640\u062f \u0623\u062a\u0640\u064a\u062a \u0648 \u0641\u0640\u064a \u064a\u0640\u062f\u064a\u0651 \u0637\u0640\u0641\u0640\u0648\u0644\u0640\u062a\u0640\u064a <\/strong><\/p>\n

Mother, I have come with my childhood in my hand<\/p>\n

\u0648 \u062a\u0640\u0631\u0643\u0640\u062a\u064f \u062e\u0640\u0644\u0640\u0641\u0640\u064a \u0643\u0640\u0644\u0651 \u0623\u062d\u0640\u0644\u0627\u0645 \u0627\u0644\u0640\u0634\u0640\u0628\u0640\u0627\u0628<\/strong><\/p>\n

Leaving behind all the dreams of my young age<\/p>\n

\u0648 \u0628\u0640\u062d\u0640\u062b\u0640\u062a\u064f \u0639\u0640\u0646 \u064a\u0640\u062f\u0643\u0650 \u0627\u0644\u0640\u0646\u0640\u062d\u0640\u064a\u0640\u0644\u0640\u0629 \u0643\u0640\u064a \u062a\u0640\u0639\u0640\u0627\u0646\u0640\u0642\u064e \u0623\u0648\u0652\u0628\u0640\u062a\u0640\u064a\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I have searched for your thin hand so as to embrace my return<\/p>\n

\u0648 \u0631\u0623\u064a\u0640\u062a\u0640\u0647\u0640\u0627 \u0645\u0640\u0645\u0640\u0640\u062f\u0648\u062f\u0629\u064b \u0639\u0640\u0628\u0640\u0631 \u0627\u0644\u0640\u0633\u0640\u062d\u0640\u0627\u0628<\/strong><\/p>\n

I have seen it stretching through the clouds<\/p>\n

\u0648 \u0643\u0640\u0623\u0646\u0640\u0647\u0640\u0627 \u0637\u0640\u0648\u0642\u064f \u0627\u0644\u0640\u0646\u0640\u062c\u0640\u0627\u0629 \u0644\u0640\u062d\u0640\u064a\u0640\u0631\u062a\u0640\u064a\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

As if it was a lifeboat for my embarrassment \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0648 \u0642\u0640\u0641\u0640\u0632\u062a\u064f \u0623\u0644\u0640\u062b\u0640\u0645\u0640\u0647\u0640\u0627 \u060c \u0623\u0639\u0640\u0627\u0646\u0640\u0642\u0640\u0647\u0640\u0627 .. \u0641\u0640\u0639\u0640\u0627\u0646\u0640\u0642\u0640\u0646\u0640\u064a \u0627\u0644\u0640\u0633\u0640\u0631\u0627\u0628<\/strong><\/p>\n

So, I jumped, kissing it, hugging it .. but mirage embraced me.<\/p>\n

A mother is the refuge for poets when they feel down. The Iraqi poet calls for his mother in one of his poems saying:<\/p>\n

\u0623\u064f\u0645\u0640\u0651\u064e\u0640\u0640\u0627\u0647\u064f <\/strong><\/p>\n

Mother,<\/p>\n

\u0625\u0646\u0651\u064e \u0644\u0640\u0650\u0640\u0644\u0623\u062d\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0652\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0632\u0627\u0646\u0650 \u0633\u0640\u0640\u064a\u0640\u0641\u0640\u0627\u064b <\/strong><\/p>\n

There is a sword for all sorrows<\/p>\n

\u0639\u0640\u0640\u0644\u0640\u0645\u0640\u064a\u0640\u0646\u064a<\/strong><\/p>\n

Teach me<\/p>\n

\u0643\u0640\u0640<\/strong>\u064a\u0640\u0641 \u0633\u0640\u064a\u0640\u0641\u064f \u0627\u0644\u0640\u062d\u0640\u0640\u0632\u0646\u0650 \u064a\u0640\u064f\u0640\u0640\u0643\u0640\u0640\u0633\u0640\u0640\u0631\u0652 <\/strong><\/p>\n

How this sorrow sword can be broken<\/p>\n

\u0641\u0640\u0623\u0646\u0640\u0640\u0627 \u0623\u0633\u0640\u0640\u0643\u0640\u0640\u0646\u0640\u062a\u064f \u0642\u0640\u0644\u0640\u0628\u0640\u064a \u0631\u0627\u062d\u0640\u062a\u0640\u064a\u0640\u0640\u0643\u0650 <\/strong><\/p>\n

I have dwelled my heart into your hands<\/p>\n

\u0639\u0640\u0640\u0644\u0640\u0640\u0645\u0640\u0640\u064a\u0640\u0640\u0646\u064a <\/strong><\/p>\n

Teach me<\/p>\n

\u0643\u0640\u0640\u064a\u0640\u0640\u0641\u064e \u062d\u0640\u0640\u064f\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0632\u0646\u064f \u0627\u0644\u0640\u0642\u0640\u0640\u0644\u0640\u0640\u0628\u0650 \u064a\u0640\u064f\u0640\u0640\u0628\u0640\u0640\u062a\u0640\u0640\u0640\u0631\u0652 <\/strong><\/p>\n

How the heart sorrow can be ended<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>Who of us can ever forget Mahmoud Darwish; the Palestinian poet who says longing to the food and days of his mother:<\/p>\n

\u0623\u062d\u0640\u0650\u0640\u0646\u0651\u064f \u0625\u0644\u0640\u0649 \u062e\u0640\u0628\u0640\u0632 \u0623\u0645\u0640\u064a <\/strong><\/p>\n

I long for my mother’s bread,<\/p>\n

\u0648 \u0642\u0640\u0647\u0640\u0648\u0629 \u0623\u0645\u0640\u064a <\/strong><\/p>\n

My mother’s coffee,<\/p>\n

\u0648 \u0644\u0640\u0645\u0640\u0633\u0640\u0629 \u0623\u0645\u0640\u064a <\/strong><\/p>\n

My mother’s touch<\/p>\n

\u0648 \u062a\u0640\u0643\u0640\u0628\u0640\u0631 \u0641\u0640\u064a \u0627\u0644\u0640\u0637\u0640\u0641\u0640\u0648\u0644\u0640\u0629 <\/strong><\/p>\n

My childhood grows within me,<\/p>\n

\u064a\u0640\u0648\u0645\u0640\u0627\u064b \u0639\u0640\u0644\u0640\u0649 \u0635\u0640\u062f\u0631 \u064a\u0640\u0648\u0645 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Day after day<\/p>\n

\u0648 \u0623\u0639\u0640\u0634\u0640\u0642 \u0639\u0640\u0645\u0640\u0631\u064a \u0644\u0623\u0646\u0640\u064a <\/strong><\/p>\n

And I love my life because<\/p>\n

\u0625\u0630\u0627 \u0645\u0640\u0650\u0640\u062a\u0651\u064f <\/strong><\/p>\n

if I died,<\/p>\n

\u0623\u062e\u0640\u062c\u0640\u0644\u064f \u0645\u0640\u0646 \u062f\u0645\u0640\u0639 \u0623\u0645\u0640\u064a <\/strong><\/p>\n

I would be ashamed of my mother’s tears<\/p>\n

******\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Check us back soon\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Peace \u00a0\u0633\u0640\u0640\u064e\u0640\u0640\u0644\u0627\u0645 \/Salam\/<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"

\u00a0 \u00a0 Ahlan Arabic lovers! I would like to start this post with a special thank you to my mother and all mothers; Happy Mother’s Day! The Arab world celebrated Mother’s Day yesterday. The idea of officially celebrating mothers on a special day that coincides with the coming of spring dates back to Mustafa Amin…<\/p>\n

Continue Reading<\/a><\/p>","protected":false},"author":71,"featured_media":10739,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"content-type":""},"categories":[3525,3,13],"tags":[3532,80257,12002,111705,6148,208922,376212],"class_list":["post-10737","post","type-post","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-arabic-language","category-culture","category-vocabulary","tag-arabic-culture","tag-arabic-festivals","tag-arabic-poetry","tag-happy-mothers-day","tag-mothers-day","tag-mothers","tag-mothers-in-the-arabic-literature"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10737","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/71"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10737"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10737\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10740,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10737\/revisions\/10740"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/10739"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10737"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10737"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/arabic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10737"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}