A midnight dream brought me lightning and mystic horses of cavalry.
This is in the ceiling of the sky, the clouds and the shadows.
And in mountain heights and angles of deviation and inclination.
The angels narrated to me the stories about the Bedouin custom of drinking coffee with ginger and cardamom.
And about the standards of life during the day…

حلم منتصف الليل
حلم منتصف الليل, أتاني بالبراق والخيل.
وذلك في سقف السماء والسحب والظل.
وفي مرتفعات الجبال وزاويا الانحراف والميل.
وحدثني الملاك عن عادات البدو في شرب القهوة بالزنجبيل والهيل.
وعن مستويات الحياة في النهاروالليل.
وختم الحلم بانتصار المقاومة في زمن الظلم…

M.T. Al-Mansouri is a Canadian Arab poet and writer, born in Yemen on June 10th, 1963.

He attended Elementary and Secondary Schools in Yemen and in Egypt. He served in the Yemeni Army for one year. After high school he furthered his education by obtaining a scholarship for Agricultural studies in Poland.

In Poland he achieved bachelor, master and Ph.D. degrees,…

Snow and rain, in the bowels of this world where there is peace and war.
Where there are violent volcanoes and destructions.
It also contains flowers, fruits and berries to give live to nature.
So make a choice whether you choose war or peace.
Love or hate.
Snow and rain, ice racing and camel and horse racing.
Where all the paths are…

The thick fog blew over our beautiful villages and cities.
The clouds spread out into a deep valley.
It rained and light lightning flashed.
The rain water flowed into the fields and helped farmers to irrigate their delicate orchards.
Then weeds and quarrels grew beside the scary roads.
Then the curtain came down on the strong and weak faces in their…

ثلج ومطر
ثلج ومطر, في احشاء هذه الدنيا السلام والحرب.
حيث وفيها البراكين العنيفة والدمار.
وكذلك فيها الزهور والفواكه والثمار.
فااختارماتختارالحرب ام السلام.
الحب ام الكراهية.
ثلج ومطر, السباق على الجليد وسباق الهجن والخيول.
حيث وكل المسارات مختلفة والهدف واحد وهو الفوز الكبير.
ثلج ومطر, كمون البذور في الارض وكسرها بالماء…

الضباب الكثيف
هب الضباب الكثيف على قرانا ومدنا التحيفة.
فانتشرت السحب بكل فج عميق.
وامطرت السماء ولمع البرق الخفيف.
وسقى الفلاح الحقل والبستان الرهيف.
ثم نمت الاعشاب والشجار بجانب الطريق المخيف.
حينها اسدل الستار على الوجه القوي…

When I grabbed the fragmented rock, it broke into four or more parts.
The elders of the people were astonished and said, “What happened?” Then they added that it was magic that had an effect.
Then they screamed and said that the rock fell in all four directions. Is there anyone responsible?
The rock was black and virgin, so many eyes watched and more bombs…