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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    Do You Speak Art

    Art is the perfect expression of an imperfect world!
    It improves Reality, adding finishing touches to
    Unachieved moments, completing them, turning
    Them into an accomplishment: bringing to fruition
    The artistic vision of a painter, conveying her perspective
    To an unidentified audience, being able to touch them,
    To convince them, to win them over, through her choice
    Of colors, her brushstrokes, her scenery, her ambiance!
    The artist’s eye is the lens through which all creation
    Is envisioned, and subsequently expressed!
    Sunrise and sunset on a canvas can encapsulate
    The day and night of the artist and her subjects!
    The artist shares with the world her view of things,
    Her very own perception; she chooses a slice of life
    As she conceives it, frames it, and presents it to
    The onlookers with refined details so they can
    Reflect upon it and ponder about its meaning…
    Art is, undeniably, a universal language!

    © Djehane Hassouna, 2006

    Rainbow of Emotions, page 84

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    The Invisible Enemy

    Death is roaming around…
    Riding on the wave of the corona virus,
    A deadly disease actively aiming at ending humanity.
    It is deliberately wreaking havoc on the world, thus fulfilling its mission of terror.

    The virus is causing suffering in every corner of the world:
    People fear what they eat and drink;
    They fear what they touch;
    They fear the air they breathe;
    They fear each other;
    Keeping their distance, avoiding crowds,
    And washing their hands hysterically.

    The virus is rapidly changing the state of the world:
    Cities are becoming ghost towns;
    Economies are crumbling;
    Businesses are closing their doors;
    Friendly faces are hidden behind unsightly masks.

    Once it captures its prey, the virus does not let go easily,
    Causing hospitals to be overwhelmed,
    And doctors to send patients away,
    Converting recovery into a slow and difficult process.

    This tiny enemy is bringing the world to its knees.

    We pray God to save humanity:
    Please Lord bring healing to those affected by this pandemic!
    Please Lord keep us safe and protect us from the deadly virus!
    We have enough problems without it…

    © Djehane Hassouna, 2020

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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

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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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!