Nasra Al Adawi is a poetess whose work is rooted in humanitarian and charitable concerns, where she lends a heart to the children of Oman, through her poetry.  

Born in Zanzibar and raised in the United Arab Emirates, this budding poet, begin her career writing verse in Arabic, and later in English.

In the mid and late ’90s, Nasra enjoyed entering poetry competitions that were organized in the United States. In 2001, one of her pieces was selected and featured on a promotional T-shirt of the leading paints brand, Jotun Paints.

Thereafter, young Nasra began working on her first collection of poems, entitled “Collective Thoughts”. It was published in 2002, and the proceeds from the sales were dedicated to children touched by cancer at Sultan Qaboos University Hospital. Two years later, Nasra collaborated with the Oman National Association for Cancer Awareness, and published another book of poetry entitled; “Within Myself: The Willpower to Live beyond Cancer”. Once again, the proceeds from the sale also went to benefit children suffering with cancer in Oman.

In 2005 Nasra collaborated with a young Omani Photographer, Yarub Al Bakry, where they combined two artistic media; poetry mingled with photography, and they held a charity exhibition. Funds raised from this collaboration benefited the Oman Charitable Organization.

Nasra continues to explore new themes in poetry and strongly believes that it is not limited to just words written in a book. “Poetry is an art, which can be merged with other artistic media,” says Nasra. “It only needs a touch of originality and creativity.”

Nasra desire to help her people, especially the children, has gained her respect, not only from the people in Oman, but from all over the world. Her writing is not limited to poetry. She has written a number of articles that have been published in Al Mar’a, a leading woman’s magazine in Oman.

Currently she is working with a Community Development Corporation in Tanzania to publish her third book titled “Brave Faces: The Daring Stand Against Cancer.” Again, the book sales will be use for spreading cancer awareness in Tanzania.

"We, the sisterhood here in America, must always take note of our 'everyday' heroines, no matter what part of the world they live in. If you care to order one of Nasra books, click HERE." - Amias

The Journeys

How I wish I could write
About the journeys I take inside
Some pursue the fear that holds me back
Some pursue the tears that crumble me down
And all I want just then is to give up
I’m finding a power beyond the line of life
Picking me up from bruising falls
Yet the amazing part is writing
On how I conquer my world!
It’s with a little tiny smile
That gives me power to face life
Finding a reason to appreciate it all
My inner journeys

© 2006 Nasra Al Adawi

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Grasping Agonies

A walk, which stretches our feet
Walking along skirts of waves
A long path
Taking us many miles
Towards open land
That holds no barricades
Just dunes of sands
Between the ocean and us
Seems like an infinite path
That connects with the sky
While we drift in this long shore
The ocean seeks comfort
Pouring stories within tides
Of shells abandonment
Those seek refuge between sands
Tinny pebbles in color fading
Once were under the ocean
Blushed in various color gloss
Now scattered in the sands
Longing to retrieve their shine
While their burning under the sun
Yet they long to be taken back
Towards the ocean
Just like us
Wanting to free our soul
Towards the heart of ocean
To dive into its womb
In hypnosis of oceanic silence
The transformation
Being lighter than our soul
To remain in its water
Yet not waiting to resurface
Away for oceanic womb
As we awake
Grasping all agonies
Of pebbles and shells

Copyright Nasra Al Adawi 2006

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Sunset Over Dhows

My eyes are fixed on the beach
I walk towards it
So slow in each step
For my feet to walk on this beach,
Like my first ever taken walks
The sun flickers lazily
Announcing that its time to leave
Leaving me behind at seashore
Yet not alone within this deserted beach
I'm welcomed by three dhows
Perhaps forgotten
At edge line of the sea
Beached without knowing when to sail again
Embraced by sands
My eyes seemed to vision the plight of whales
Entrapped without known reason
Towards death away from the ocean
In bed of sands
The dhows watch their own slow death
Wind and sands scalpel the wreckage
I touch one of the dhows
Touching her gently with consoling hands
Like I understand their story
A silent transcript of pain
Their whole life flickered in front of my eyes
So I remained beside them
Facing the dark night
Deep inside I know at one point
I will have to leave them behind
Just like the sun it bids goodbye
Yet I, can't make a promise that I will return

Copyright 2006 Nasra Al Adawi

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Naughty Mist

There was a mist
Wanted to linger with the sea
To stand still at the edge of shore
So it can read Poetry 
To peak on the sky kissing the sea
Ushering with drapes of sky
Mid of romance the horizon is lost
Like a naughty child
Insisting to float in a silent giggles
That brings laziness to the morning light
With out words it wants to learn
Getting hands on a new silent poetry
With every tide
Living shells behind
Poetry scattered
In every wave ending a journey
A verse in sound of waves

Copyright 2006, Nasra Al Adawi

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Please don’t let me, give up

Please…
Don’t let me give up
No matter how bad the fall
I have to learn to walk again
A painful stand
Begins with a few steps
Each step taken with tears
Barely can hold
I end up falling
In silent scream
“How could walking be so hard?”
These trials seem child’s play
About to accept my falls
“Was I meant to stand again?”
Agonizing to let this thought pierce my brain
I’ll have another try
Please …
Don’t let me give up
My will - my strength
Pushing against all -
This time, I’ll stand and walk!

© 2005, Nasra Al Adawi

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Nasra Al Adawi Abdul Rahman (Acrostic)

Righteousness her shield; she
Answers the call to arms with
Healing words that touches
Many hearts and lift spirits
All over the world, she is one
Never-ending voice of hope

© September 12, 2005 Amias

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