Samuel Johnson says: “Poetry is the art of combining pleasure with reality … and this is what you realize when you read ‘Zarraund’, the latest publication by the Palestinian poet Zakaria Muhammad. On what he wrote about poetic pleasure and hidden beauty, as Shelley described: “The task of poetry is to lift the veil of hidden beauty and reformulate our view of aesthetics.” It can be seen in the poems of Zakaria Muhammad that he celebrated the place for its nature, its birds and its human beings, which took much of what he wrote in an attempt to interrogate everything with a poetic moment, such as his connection with the place and its use as if we were a genius with words that evoke everything that ordinary expressions could not understand and try to understand and achieve. Khanh Did Carl Sandberg say that “poetry is the invisible bag of memories”? We also noticed his use of many birds that carry a special symbol such as flamingos, about which he said: “Flamingos, in fact, explain a lesson about the sky above our heads (…) when he explains a topic that he explains with her body”. He also described the Abu Henna bird flying as if it were praying. It is the creative imagination of the poet who sees things not as they are not true, but as they are, that sometimes some of us cannot understand from the first reading, as if we were a prophet, not a poet. I will borrow from Ibn Khaldun what he says: “Poets are prophets.” When you read to him, you feel that he brought together those who do not collect, and he said what is said only poetry, and he said in his book this: “Poetry is a cursed thread that connects things with no link between them.” Likewise, the incarnation of the image of death was very present, as if the obsession with death were the light with which the poet shines inside to realize his idea beyond it. It is he who wrote that “man is the only being who has managed to be aware of death.” In one of the poems, one of the existential questions is raised that deals with the nature of man’s existence on this earth, but this time the one who asked Zakaria Muhammad the question is his dog Kiwi, who said in the poem written in 2017 that died a month before it was written. Questions that deal in their entirety with the idea of death, life and spirit that he described once with the tap turned off and again as a handful of mud. Love is present in what Zakaria wrote and in its own way, as it kneads the language in a way that can only make you astonished and entertained, because love for Zakaria Muhammad is an exceptional event. He repeated Nisreen’s name more than once in what he wrote, whether it was a mistress or a despised nation: “May God make Nasreen a people under occupation.” He also said that “love is an ugly habit that must be left without an umbrella in the rain.” Here he tries to say that love is an integral part of the human being, but it is synonymous with pain, since for him it is nothing more than a bad habit that he tries to get rid of.
Poetry is nothing alike, it is not understood from the first reading, and this is where its beauty lies, especially in what Zakaria Muhammad wrote, since the repetition of the reading often generates new meanings and an understanding different from that of the times. previous. The poet also tries to say that time changes people, their wounds and even their hopes. Time is neither a lover nor a friend, and only poetry heals wounds: “Time has no love, because I am obliged to be the lover of the deceased. Habib his shrapnel ». In this section I specifically brought up a saying by Moresh Satchi that applies to poetry, and what Zakaria Muhammad wanted to imply: “Poetry cannot cure cancer, but it can save your life until you die.” Zakaria wrote poetry throughout the Arabic language. And about her relationship with him, which she keeps mentioning repeatedly, and through her she tries to say that if it weren’t for the poetry, Zakariya Muhammad, whom we know, would not have been: “And the poetry was my fault.” Poetry was indeed his beautiful scourge, through which he tried to reconcile himself with this time and also involved his reader in this beautiful reconciliation:
“Poetry is an attempt to commit to time.”
Sometimes when we read what fascinates us we are unable to express it, or that language sometimes leaves us in that spiritual retreat with poetry. Therefore, we can fall short in what we write about poetry in general and about Zakaria Muhammad in particular, this beautiful Palestinian poet who makes you dream, read and love life … In all the poems of “Zaround”, you are returning to detailing and renewing your dreams.
Didn’t Pablo Neruda say: “What is poetry if it doesn’t help dreams?” Diwan “Zarawand” is a contemplative pause through life from the point of view of Zakaria Muhammad, through which he managed to break with the prevailing and identify with himself. In his poems we see it in multiple forms and images, they can express a situation or express ourselves as potential readers, we can find ourselves today in one poem, and tomorrow in another, this is the poetry, the art that brings us closer, and this is Zakaria Muhammad, the poet and man who painted a beautiful world with words. In it, everything is divided by a scale, a world that knew how to furnish it from the miserable reality in which the poet refused to embellish it to become fit to live.
“Zaround” is a different vision of the world today. It is the vision of a scientist to whom Zakaria Muhammad wanted to write about separate poems, each of which has a story that tells a bit of his memory, which undoubtedly still has a lot to say. I conclude with a sentence that summarizes the poet’s vision of life and his vision of poetry that transcends the idea of death: “My body will dissolve on earth, but my soul will flourish every day, and forever, in the video under the jakrand tree “.
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