Djehane Hassouna is a poet and author, she speaks 5 languages and has a Ph.D. in Romance Languages and Literature from UPITT.

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    Philosophy of a Big Bird

    A magnificent turkey crossing the lawn, observing squirrels
    Dance and listening to birds sing,
    Wonders about his ominous future.
    Envying the carefree birds flying around him, contemplating
    The alarming and scary destiny awaiting him and his kin,
    He allows his deepest fears to take over:
    Why should I be stuffed then roasted and eaten up
    Until nothing is left of me but my carcass?
    Why should Thanksgiving celebrate my death?
    Why wouldn’t I be allowed to live so that I may enjoy
    The beauty of nature and the sun shining bright
    While watching my children and grandchildren grow
    And develop into adult turkeys, adding to the number
    Of a proud family! Why wouldn’t I, like a few lucky birds,
    Be granted pardon, so I could stop fearing an impending
    Death? Only vegetarians are not after my skin. In this
    Carnivorous world, it’s comforting to know that some
    Compassionate souls care for my safety and well-being!

    © Djehane Hassouna, 2006

    Rainbow of Emotions, page 65

  • djehanepoetry 2w

    Guns, Guns, Everywhere...

    What does a gun represent ?
    Simply death, at the end of its barrel...
    Why take such a responsibility into your hands?
    Who would wish to be held accountable
    For killing someone, interrupting his laughter,
    Putting an end to his joys, making orphans
    Out of his children, depriving parents of their little ones?
    If the victims survive, they might be disabled for life!
    How could anyone live with such a guilty conscience?
    Is hatred sufficient to trigger a gunshot?
    Does a difference in opinion justify a shooting spree,
    Ending someone's hopes and wishes?
    Whether the victim is young or old,
    Interfering with his destiny is a sinful crime...
    Pulling the trigger could prove easier than
    Stabbing someone to death...
    It is more effective to unleash a spray of bullets
    On a crowd, letting them fly at random...
    After all, if you own a gun, you may want to use it,
    So, why be tempted to end a life created by God?

    © Djehane Hassouna, 2013

    Private Collection

  • djehanepoetry 4w

    Umbrellas in the Rain

    Umbrellas are mushrooming everywhere,
    Huge silhouettes clutching small umbrellas,
    And tiny people hiding beneath large ones.
    As a disguise imposed by the rain,
    Umbrellas hide their owner’s identity.
    Dark tones and vivid colors, solids, prints,
    Featuring artistic scenery or festooned edges,
    Umbrellas do look like flowers in motion,
    Adding a cheerful note to a gloomy landscape
    Where sunshine is nowhere to be seen.
    They decorate the campus like nothing else could.
    As people hurriedly proceed to their daily tasks,
    Waves of umbrellas flood the campus,
    Protecting books, papers, and clothes.
    Grasping their umbrellas as if their lives
    Depended on it, people, young and old,
    Try to avoid drenching their possessions.
    Sometimes, despite the sheltering umbrellas,
    They get soaked to the bone; they rush and hurry,
    Dripping wet like a fish that jumped out of the sea…

    © Djehane Hassouna, 2005

    Rainbow of Emotions, page 51

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    Waltz of the Squirrels

    They run back and forth, climbing up and down
    The secular oaks, chasing each other, munching
    Acorns, and watching passersby; their graceful
    Movements are enchanting as they enjoy the crisp
    And cool weather. You can guess their presence from
    Their swiftness; otherwise, they share the same color
    As the trees: a grayish brown! They are so numerous,
    So nimble, that one imagines that they are flying from
    Branch to branch, their tails helping them to jump faster;
    They are waltzing while birds carry on their concerts among
    The leaves. Joining the spectators, an unexpected visitor
    Saunters by: a large turkey, gloomy, sad, deeply lost in
    His thoughts; he probably senses Thanksgiving approaching!
    He stands there, observing, admiring the lively little creatures
    Performing dexterously the waltz of the squirrels!

    © Djehane Hassouna, 2005

    Rainbow of Emotions, page 67

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    Tiny Snow-flowers

    Snowflakes are waltzing in the sky like beads from Heaven!
    We stood there, my daughter and I, marveling at these tiny,
    Transparent carved jewels! Yes, for the first time we were
    Able to closely observe their forms, which elicited cries
    Of joy and wonder from us. We always thought that flurries
    Were just shapeless, white, powdery substances swirling
    In the air that settled on houses, trees, shrubs, cars,
    Pedestrians’ clothes, then, finally, on the ground; their
    Structure is truly amazing and so diverse:
    They look like crystal flowers standing out on the dark
    Velvet background of our coats! Do we dare to hold them in
    Our hands? As we attempt to follow their lacy contours with
    An inquisitive finger, immediately melting, they disappear!
    As if we were witnessing a scientific discovery,
    We experienced a great enthusiasm… The unique
    Production of the Divine Artisan is truly incomparable!

    © Djehane Hassouna, 2007

    Rainbow of Emotions, page 54

  • djehanepoetry 7w


    If you ever meet two snow-ladies laughing
    And shivering, it’s us, my daughter and me:
    With our noses assuming the appearance of red carrots,
    Our hats are sitting atop frosty heads, and
    Our scarves are surrounding chilly faces…
    Our gloves are covering frigid hands,
    Unable to carry our heavy bags or to get
    Our ID cards out for the bus! Yes, it’s us!
    Despite the endless layers of clothing, we are
    Still frozen to the core: we tremble as we walk
    Or while waiting at the bus stop!
    We are so bundled up that people
    Cannot help noticing. Cold is a mild word;
    Freezing is more like it! We only start melting
    Once we step into our home and steep in
    The comforting warmth we need so much…

    © Djehane Hassouna, 2005

    Rainbow of Emotions, page 53

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    A Witness to Eternity

    The Great Sphinx crouches on the desert sand,
    Fastening his gaze on a mysterious hereafter.
    A witness to Eternity, he appears to be
    Indifferent to the Present, like Napoleon,
    Obsessed with the past glory of his era;
    His sole vision is a Future he is able to predict.
    Walled in an immutable silence, keeping the secrets
    Of Time and Space as well as Eternal Memory,
    His granite eyes can pierce the walls of the Unknown.
    Exposed to the elements for four thousand years,
    Oblivious to the devastating effect of aging, and
    The constant erosion of Time gnawing at his features,
    He patiently bears his Fate. Mute, magnanimous,
    Insightful, and apathetic, he watches the human circus
    Proceed and unfold in a ludicrous minuet,
    As people make fools of themselves...

    © Djehane Hassouna, 2005

    Rainbow of Emotions, page 107

  • djehanepoetry 8w


    As a child, my next-door neighbors were the pharaohs of
    Ancient Egypt who left their mark on
    The whole Egyptian landscape!
    On this spot, the monuments built by the three Kings:
    Cheops, Kefren, and Mykerinos stood tall, magnificent, and
    Indestructible. Built of huge blocks of stone,
    The apex topped with granite,
    The pyramids fascinated tourists and were
    The ideal destination for camel drivers and horsemen to take
    Their riders! When people reached the plateau
    Of Giza overlooking the city of Cairo,
    They were not only spectators, but also
    Witnesses to the legacy of past centuries.
    Although modern bystanders, they, somehow, participated
    In the exceptional life of the ancient Egyptians.
    They glimpsed at their glory, at such a mysterious way of life,
    At their extraordinary mausoleums reaching the sunny sky
    Of the Egyptian desert... How fortunate was I to have such
    Glorious neighbors, whose distinguished civilization
    Kept my young imagination relentlessly engaged!
    Who knows? King Tut, the boy King, could possibly
    Have been a distant relative of mine!

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    From the twelfth floor of the Kaufmann's Building,
    A bright horizon joins land and sky.
    The green hills of Pennsylvania are covered
    With clouds filled with the liquid gold of sunlight.
    Among the trees, tiny houses and huge buildings
    Shelter smiles and tears, hope and dismay;
    Nearby, the river glides, reflecting
    Either a bright sunshine or a dark sky,
    Symbolizing the flow of life where the sequence
    Of days is never the same: C'est la vie!
    Disruption of a circle of friends, a pattern of events,
    An enjoyable activity: Bye Bye Rehab!
    Sadness like a dark cloud invades our soul.
    Gone will soon be the happy days of reunion,
    The tightly woven community of friends,
    So diverse, and yet so similar; the kind staff
    Who oversaw, supervised, helped and assisted us.
    We counted on them, and they delivered:
    Competent and kind advice leading us to Recovery,
    Fitness and Health! Bye Bye Rehab!

    © Djehane Hassouna, 2003

  • djehanepoetry 10w

    Lady Liberty

    Twice, she stretched out her arms to me,
    Twice, she gave me a push forward,
    And helped me find my goal.
    While I was a young girl graduating from high school,
    She handed me her torch to illuminate my path,
    And guided my first steps in life:
    I learned to walk alone, to study, to work.
    I learned to cook and to sew, to buy and to sell.
    I learned the universal language of Freedom.
    She taught me things I already knew:
    To laugh and to cry, to accept and to refuse,
    Taking into account my options in life.
    Then I left...

    For thirty long years, I longed for
    Her face and her name!
    And I cried while laughing,
    And I laughed while crying,
    Holding my child in my arms,
    Teaching her what I was taught,
    Promising her the same experience as mine

    I am back once more,
    Older, yet not necessarily wiser,
    Carrying the sweetest load of all,
    Guiding my daughter on the path of Liberty.
    The both of us now on her territory,
    Studying, working, making choices,
    Enjoying even the hardships of freedom.
    Thankful and Grateful for a dream come true.
    A different but happy life:
    Studying and smiling,
    Working and smiling,
    Driving and also smiling,
    Lit by the inner glow of self-reliance,
    Confidence, and determination,
    Feeling the thrill of responsibility.

    Yes! Grateful and Free,
    But for how long?
    How long will Lady Liberty continue
    Stretching out her arms to us?

    © Djehane Hassouna, 2002

    Rainbow of Emotions, page 147