I e-mailed my sons, to tell, your parson passed away
Rubie passed away! Passed! Kuwait is silent sad,
Still we smell his written roses from everywhere
Handling breezes that says will stay always dear.

His humid winds blowing from his grave
Telling us awake! You’re riding on a mad horse
Can take you to hit camels of deserts, unrosed!
Suddenly, you can lose your speedy force!

If you stay in desert, no one will supply
Waters from far marshes, sea is full of salts.
You will remain thirsty, hungry, starving
With out camels, yet, viewing their bones.

Awake to see the blue sky…
Even if still clouded by dust, but still stays blue.
I wish I am with you, to tell what I feel…!
Awake read my ‘soulful book’*with my fingers grew.

Teach your students to speak my voice.
I learned lots through all my life, by shots.
You are all in my heart I remain on your site.
As far as you know what means human right.

Sylva Portoian-Shuhaiber MD
March 13, 2008
* Arbaaeyat- press by alQabas