Transient Liberté – A Poem about Graduation and Ramadan

Transient Liberté – A Poem about Graduation and Ramadan

Transient Liberté

A. A. Kamalov

Anticipated anticlimax

Arrived, an ambience

Of little malevolence.

Praise be to Allah,

 

Whose spring blossoms

Has fallen on tearful,

Sinful servants, prayerful

Under blessed moon phases –

 

Chanting sacred sutras

Of transient existence.

A pièce de résistance,

A hop, step and splash

 

Of personal pride’s

Unwarranted, poor thing!

You – a weeping weakling,

Succumb too easily to the succubus.

 

So rejoin the path, abscond the past,

An elaborate awakening of future’s been cast.

Author’s Afterword:

This poem is the first one I wrote since completing my exams,which simultaneously meant the start on the road to freedom from school and entering adult life in the real world. I wanted to write something to express this, but to remind myself of who to thank for my success. As a Muslim, I believe that Allah (God) deserves most if not all the credit for allowing me to persevere through the hard times, and my poems have reflected my belief in this regard. The reference to prayer or “sutras” in this poem is also a reference to the month of Ramadan, which is going to begin in less than 2 weeks. This month is considered to be a highly auspicious period where deeds are rewarded in multiple digits. I realised that even though leaving school signifies “freedom” from education, there are still limitations in place with Ramadan, with daytime fasting being the primary activity.

I also consider myself to be a sinful person in need of cleansing, which is what Ramadan is all about. I want to improve myself not only academically or socially, but spiritually and mentally as well, because this will reinforce a more positive outlook in life (at least, for me). I am looking forward to this blessed season, and I wish to all Muslims Ramadan Kareem!

The Poetry of Pain and Catharsis

The Poetry of Pain and Catharsis

Last time I posted, I shared with everyone a poem called ‘Again’, which was written in a confessional style. The poem was set upon a backdrop of turbulent anguish, which is reflective of my emotions at the time of writing the poem.

In the days that followed, I had brief moments of respite from the sadness that I was experiencing, but it got to me nonetheless. I began to regret ever choosing my pre-university programme, the IB Diploma, pointing out that I felt like I was losing my sanity because of it. I was teetering over the edge, so it seemed.

I wrote this poem as a way of memorialising my depressing thoughts, to find closure and acceptance for my failings. It was very hard to get by because I am constantly being fed so many sugarcoated words that I believed, but then let me down. I felt betrayed by others, but couldn’t find any reason to blame anyone but myself.

Teetering

By A. A. Kamalov

Is that it?

Seasons have shifted

 

As hopeful glimmers fade,

Morphing to virus-infested

 

Chills chocking my airways

I could barely breathe.

 

You, and your confectioned offer like

A cruise-ship to the Caribbean

 

For which I have prepared for months!

Packing what to wear

 

For the formidable tropical heat

Of the moment.

 

I believe in miracles of

The Lord, happily ever afters,

 

But the bullet tore through

With surgical precision

 

Of a lobotomy –

It keeps me blissfully stupid.

 

There is no consolation

But complementary lies;

 

All the while, coughing blood

Among decaying bones of the ward.

Not too long after writing ‘Teetering’, I sat and wrote down another one which alludes to the Cyprus expedition from last March. The trip was mostly a pleasant experience for me, as my group qualified. However, it was not without a lot of struggles faced by other participants. Some were physically injured and some were mentally wounded. It was saddening to see my friends break down and drop out during the entire thing, while I was more or less left unscathed.

Looking back with hindsight, I wondered what it would be like if I ceased to exist because of the trip, which would have avoided me from experiencing the sorrow I have now. Thanks to studying Sylvia Plath and A Streetcar Named Desire, both the poems have contextual allusions to death, a common theme in both literary texts.

Both these poems also allude to mental illnesses and mental institutions, because in A Streetcar Named Desire, the protagonist Blanche DuBois was sent off to an institution as she was incapable of accepting the realities of life. I felt that school was trapping me like a mental institution, hence the references.

Cyprus

A.A. Kamalov

If I had fallen that day

Down the mountainsides

With the weight of the world

On my shoulders,

 

If I had vanished

Separated from the crew

And abandoned in the woods

In Aphrodite’s valley,

 

If I had simply never

Woken up that dawn

Inside the tent and

A corpse is flown back home,

 

Would the horror subside?

Life goes on like the harsh ticking

Of a clock’s hands. The mourning

Is negligible. I’m one out of billions,

 

Too worthless to be remembered.

The mental institution would

Hide my memory, suppress my

Sinful spirit from mention.

 

Yet as I observe, clad in white

Cloth and bathed in rosewater,

I knew Allah is always kind.

His mercy saved me from the

 

Bloodbaths which were soon

To follow. Relentless executions

Unravelling any crumb of

Sanity remaining in the inmates,

 

Failing therapy after therapy.

The psychiatric ward reeks

Of putrid decay, while matrons

Laugh and jest at their patients’ plight.

I hope you liked these poems. If you have any suggestions or criticisms, feel free to write in the comments section below. I am trying my best to perfect my poetry skills, and I would like all the help I can get. Thank you.

November – A Month of Dilemmas and Lamentations

This month has been horrible, to say the least.

Twice, I’ve hit my lowest point in school, breaking down pathetically before the gaze of teachers, lnowing all too well my predicament.

My workload has always been excessive, but the amount trebled this month: a toxic admixture of essays, homework, projects, oral examinations and foreign-language assignments burdened upon the “courageous” student, with only one straw needed to break this camel’s back.

This metaphorical straw is the university applications.

Tomorrow is the deadline set by the school for getting all of my applications ready. There was a mad rush by twenty-or-so year-thirteens to get it checked by only one teacher, who is the university advisor in school. It was horrible, just horrible! I tried to get hold of documents without her involvement, as my intention was to reduce the work on her part, as well as making it easier for me to upload onto my non-UK university applications. Nevertheless, it was taken badly and I was heavily reproached by her and other teachers for trying to break so-called “school policies”.

I was very upset with that. I felt that the school was being unreasonable with the deadline, but I had more pressing issues in my mind. My question was: will the school entertain my demands for documents AFTER the deadline, especially if the actual university deadlines are way ahead in February or May? I was extremely worried by this, not to mention stressed to the point that I feared that the school will leave me abandoned with my applications incomplete because they might refuse documents. Thankfully, all was resolved on the same day after talking it through (over a box of tissues) who agreed to assist me with my final steps for application.

Making choices for university is really stressful to begin with, and this deadline is in no way making things any more comforting for me. No matter how much other teachers try to console me, they cannot erase the underlying problem which still looms over my future, which is:

“Will I be able to pay for it?”

My dream is to go to a top university in Europe, more specifically the UK, where I have imagined myself to be since I was 10 years old. This year, I made the choices to study in Durham, Warwick, London, Bristol and Edinburgh. I wanted to study Journalism while I was in primary school, but as my interests evolved over time, today I applied to study Economics and Politics.

I also applied to the Netherlands, a country I have visited just this year last spring. I had a splendid time and plus I felt like it was the place to be. I feel somehow accepted in my pristine surroundings, filled with beautiful canals and bright tulips. After my visit to Rotterdam, I was inspired to apply to the presitgious Erasmus Universiteit Rotterdam, which has one of the top economics school in the world.

With further research about possible places to study, I also settled on Singapore, Asia’s international trade hub and economic powerhouse, in addition to being Malaysia’s rich neighbour. Their universities: the National University of Singapore and Nanyang Technological University, are not only the top in Asia, but the entire world! I know I just had to apply there and take my chances. I know that it WILL be competitive, as many Singaporeans are known to be quite ‘kiasu’, but I wouldn’t know I’ll get it unless I try.

Well all of this positive attitude in making uni choices ignores one crucial fact: my parents can’t afford it.

They reiterated time and time again that they will NOT be prepared for me to study in any of these countries, not unless I can get scholarships. They say they can only afford to send me to a university in Malaysia, and with the fall in the value of Malaysian ringgits, their words can’t be any truer. My education fund can’t support 3 years of tuition fees in England, Scotland, Holland or Singapore, let alone cost of living.

This led me to an unsolvable dilemma for quite some time, especially in the first week of November. What  is the point of applying to these unis when you can’t even go there in the end? I searched for existing scholarship programmes. While none of them were prepared to fund my entire tuition, they were reasonable discounts. Unfortunately these were not enough to convince my parents, save for the Singaporean tuition grant programme, which would reduce my international fees at the cost of working in Singapore for three years after graduation as part of the contract.

Preferably I don’t want to be stuck in Singapore after my degree; I came there to study but work? I’m not prepared to make such a big decision yet. Unfortunately it seems like I don’t have a choice, because even to earn a Singaporean scholarship that could cover all of my fees, I would need to take the grant first.

I was very upset that first week of Monday. I saw no way out: I was condemned to studying in Malaysia, which I really did not want. I have a complex relationship with my country, which I will probably elaborate in another post. More importantly, the choice on university: University of Nottingham Malaysia Campus, is not really so much to my liking. I don’t really like the campus so much due to my distaste for the lazy architecture and its far distance from Kuala Lumpur, which makes it really difficult for me to pursue my language studies. In addition, the though of living in Malaysia for three years, not as a global citizen, but as a LOCAL, strikes me as condescending and depressing. I am more than just a Malay Malaysian, but most people will never look past my appearance and know my world experiences.

That first week on Monday, I also struggled to write my personal statement for my UK university applications through UCAS. I had a hard time trying to express myself to convince the universities to take me. I also had the dilemma constantly ringing in my mind, making me more upset and almost-depressed. I remembered last year’s Year 13 student whose name was Kim, and he got an exceptional 44 score and got accepted into Princeton in the US. His parents were prepared to make the financial sacrifice, not just for his US application and tuition fees, but also for paying for his SAT exams which he needed to sit beforehand. This is in stark contrast to my family’s attitude. Granted, we’re not rich. In fact, we’re probably one of the poorer families in NCBIS, a school filled with mainly elite to upper middle class households. I was the student with one of the greatest prospects in terms of IB grades, yet I felt that no matter how hard I tried, I will end up in Malaysia anyway. I felt that it would be a waste of my talent and time, having gone through the hellish experience of IB. I could have comfortably done A-Levels and still get into a Malaysian uni.

After all of the above, I memorialised that week of grief and sorrow into a poem. I would like to end this post at this note. I have never written one so long before, but I feel that I need to let it out, to let my readers know about how I feel and why I have been absent for so long. Please, if you like this poem, give your comments below. Until then, see you next month.

Lamentations

A. A. Kamalov

For two years, I endured

A lonesome existence.

From Sunday to Thursday

I barely survive the week.

Almost eternally, like a

Relentless pedalling of wheels

On a stationary gym-bicycle.

Locker to class, class to class,

Class to canteen, canteen to class,

Class to locker, then back home

Shifting around like a drone.

Friendships are superficial.

I trust none. I really couldn’t.

I know them just by name,

But really, they are strangers.

Where they attend, I pretend.

Unsurprisingly, this is why I

Resent such teenage liberties

Those hangouts and parties,

The decadence disgusts me.

Instead I appease the system

With industrial fervour,

I push aside petty anxieties,

Headaches and fevers

To get grades no-one

Else would dare surpass.

I was instantly recognised and

Hailed as the next Kim, while

Deluded by rational fantasies.

Then I realised: no-one wants me.

Not Princeton nor Oxbridge,

Just name any university.

All hard work is fruitless

For I’m a penniless foreigner,

And my world ruled by the dollar.

I’ve no choice but to return to where I

Belong, a tropical trash-town

Fraught with endless miseries.

So it must end this way, it seems.

Waste no more time,

Sing no more praises please.

Let me graduate silently –

No prizes or awards to console

This worker bee; this tradable,

Replaceable commodity. One day

He’ll labour and die without family

And all of the above will be

A long-lost memory.

Daily Poetry Assignment: Day 7 – Ballad, Assonance, Neighbourhood

Daily Poetry Assignment: Day 7 – Ballad, Assonance, Neighbourhood

It’s rather surprising how a poet or writer can have short, creative bursts where you suddenly find words flowing out onto the computer keyboard like a waterfall, yet can suffer from writer’s block days later. That’s exactly how I feel right now: I spontaneously was able to create a sing-song ballad-ish poem about a Cairo neighbourhood which I don’t actually live in. For those who don’t know, I live in Cairo, but in a rather posh upper-class section of the city called The Fifth Settlement. Here are where many of the expatriates live along with middle to upper class Egyptians, all of whom want to escape the hustle and bustle of Cairo’s inner city neighbourhoods. I’ve been there and it is absolutely chaotic; traffic’s all haywire, lots of people shouting for some reason and the unfortunate state of the littered streets. However, although this poem applies generally to the inner city neighbourhoods, I find the positives out of that and imagine how it would be like to live as one with the locals. Continue reading

It’s Time to Play Catch-Up Once More

Kbrs

A green field in the Cypriot countryside

Good day and welcome back to my humble blog.

Yes, I have realised that today is the 31st of March. This is the first and last post for this month. For the sake of not letting one whole month fly by without a post, I decided to make sure to have something typed up and served for this month and to explain a little about my disappearance.

As I have mentioned in my previous post in February, I am a busy man. I have many commitments in school and life here and I can’t afford to forgo these commitments for the sake of this blog. I have set my priorities, and my blog isn’t something that will directly determine my future, such as whether I will be entering the university of my choice, or whether I’ll be getting better grades. From now on, if my life here has become just too busy, you will have to look forward to at least one post for that month. Any less than that would mean something very unusual has happened to me, such as a serious illness, a prolonged breakdown of all internet services in Egypt, etc.

I am pleased to announce that I could now add a new country to the list of countries I have visited over in my lifetime: CYPRUS! Yes, I have mentioned this in my previous post, and I have so much to tell you all about how this trip went. It was a significant achievement in my life, because it was also the first time I have ever undertaken a school trip which involved travelling abroad. I have photos, a video and even made a special song to memorialise the whole experience for the trip, which hopefully, In-Sha-Allah, will be shown in a special post in the coming days.

In addition to that, before the week of the Cyprus trip, my whole family went to Antalya, Turkey for a short but amazing holiday. There I took far more photos than in Cyprus (I wasn’t able to use my phone in Cyprus to take photos as much). I will also explain the whole trip in another upcoming post which I will post in a few days.

I have to work much harder to catch up with all the time I had been away. Yes, the two travel events made it tough to update anything but the school that came after the holiday and trips is worse. Here is a list of all the things I must complete by the end of April which should be in my blog:

Please, please, please, I really need encouragement from you all as readers because, frankly speaking, you’re the fuel for my motivation. I want to continue writing but I need reminders and pestering from you guys so that I could meet my goals in blogging. If you notice that I am not keeping up to my promises and plans, please comment, personal message, give a shoutout through social media, whatever, I don’t mind. I will be fully appreactive of any response I get from those who come by here.

Starting the end of this week spring break will start at my school, so I will of course devote as much free time as possible with making updates on my blog and to the other blog in Blogger, which I have not given enough attention to. In addition, I will try to be more active among the WordPress community by reading more other people’s blogs, blogs of people I subscribe to, liking blogs, reblogging, updating any outdated info and other sort of things bloggers are supposed to do. Until then, I have to focus on the last few days of Arbeit which I can’t avoid. Thank you for reading!