Let's Strongly Celebrate My Day

Let's Strongly Celebrate My Day
I'm in my seventies-
Ms. Faleeha, as they call me.
I have decided
To celebrate my day.
I'll invite all my close friends to the party
Since I have many.
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I'll send invitations to the sea gulls at the beach
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To the flowers grown on the sides of the roads,
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To the running waves, those flatterers
Who, when I show up, hasten to kiss my toes again and again.
I'll invite the breeze; how much I love it though stricken with snowflakes,
My old friend, the bus
Which used to take me home from work,
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The other one, that was blue,
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The flocks of ducks,
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The leaves of trees - those coming back home,
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And my children's faces; all are here around me- as I imagine.
But, they seem busy now
With other things- more important.
What else? I asked myself.
Oh, yeah I remember …….
I'll write on a piece of paper:
'Let's celebrate it, it's my day.'
But, I've not thought of...
Who will make the cake, suffering I am from rheumatism,
I can hardly move.
Even If I can, what kind of a cake will it be
Without sugar or oil? I am on a diet.
And who will make the apple juice- I'm already run out of apples.
And Who will set the balloons
And fix them up to the ceiling?
And …..and …..and?
Oh, I've got sick of all that.
I am, the so-called Faleeha, strongly willing
To celebrate alone by myself,
And thus, I'll embrace the computer and sleep.


Translated into English by
Hussein Nasser Jabr

by Faleeha Hassan Alabboodi

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