Yelizaveta: Memories That Shaped My Life

By Sabah Jassim

Poetry is the crying of the soul. I feel I have lived through so many different anatomies in this existence. If you wonder what the soul is, it is like a driver and a car. The car have a definite longivity, once its time is up as it reaches its limits or get destroyed by an accident, the driver never dies, he or she goes to a different body, a new body that carries different aspects yet it must follow the laws of physics and the cycle starts over and over again and so on. Thus has been my soul, for I knew my past from my own experiences, and I learn about my future from the experience of others. The strength that I gained from Judaism and reading about the Jewish scientists and what they have experienced in this life have made me who I am, resilient, never accept defeat, and always victorious in every race. In Yelizaveta, the love that I potentially contain for poetry and the work that I dedicated for science through my experience in college have come together to produce these pictorial poems that I would like to dedicate them all for the love of what once used to be and will always be my soul mate Yelizaveta Sher.

What would you do if you were a musician who can rock for sure and make people dance, but all the sudden you find yourself alone without your musical instruments and now you cannot play anymore? Individuals that once you trusted are now against you, and your world is all but past that triggers thoughts inside your mind how could that happen to me? How do you redeem yourself and get back on track? These poems are the cry of my soul during the battle against evil. the best way to defeat your enemy and cope over your pain is to stay calm but firm and ready to face all challenges with peace.

When we feel loneliest and the past becomes your only source of resilience that will make you sail through the clashing waves of this unpredictable life, you get to a shore of peace, you sit back and remember those who left an impact on your life. Wounds can heal, but their scars can stay with you for the rest of your life. Those scars can be your marks that guide you when you are confused about finding your way through in this life. you continue the journey, but this time you are immuned from committing the same mistakes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Mar 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469798455

Sabah Jassim

I was born in 1973, grew up my first 17 years in Iraq and moved to the United States at the end of 1992. I am a San Franciscan with heart and soul. I have lived most of my life in the most beautiful city in the world, San Francisco, CA. I attended San Francisco City College and worked there as a math tutor until I moved to LA for school and graduated with a B.S in biochemistry from California State University of Los Angeles in 2005. Currently I reside in Texas, Fort Hood and work for the US army as a medic and a translator. My strong belief is Judaism, I grew up as a muslim and converted to Judaism in 1996.

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Contents

I plea

The last stand

Confession

Deathless Withered

Pink dream

Hear me out

Young love

To Whom It May Concern

Lonely

Without You

In My Heart

In Denial

Unfair Verdict

untitled

Promise me

Finished?

Resistance (a letter to my leader

George W Bush)

Well Hello

The Beauty Of Sleep

Pitiful

Now I Can See

I thought it was you

Ancient Youth

An Ode To My Mother

Shiphone the Wiley

The Investigator

one last word(written for a person other than Liza)

Between You And I

This Is Your Day

Misfortune

Linear relation

The girl who lives upstairs

The Door hand

Untitled

Open My Eyes

Graceful

I am a discomfort

A Dreamer

Untitled

The grump that I once used to hide

San Francisco

A stranger soul is wondering

Into the Swans’ wings

Death steps

Unidentified Point

Untitled

The Doormat

LA night

Whisper to me

Tearless Cry

Tear up my Heart

Redeemed Silence

The Beautiful Days of SF

Never There Will Be

The sister’s curse

I plea

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Lady, forgive me if I lag the rhythm

When I express myself before your reign

Prevision not to claim or a schism

Of a past that is seen in my present as a feign

Inequitable act by me that I plea

And hope that a fair trail will apply to thee

When I arrived your kingdom

And settled on a shore in thy heart indwell

From your perspective, which is infallible by faith and wisdom

That I was invited by you to indwell

And abide by your rules to stay and never set sail

And if I err once, you will forgive

As long as I never set sail away from your kingdom

Then on such a gloomy day you declared a summon

To meet with me and explain

what you thought, and I know you were in pain

Was an internal desire by you to see

If I would just to your wish agree

Oh, you blurred

I slurred

I was forced to foretell my fate

And set sail to save you from your rage

Without a debate, or if there was, then you would

Wait for me to plead guilty and I did

For the sake of you hearing my case

But you always refused to

And met me with denial and disgrace

I felt crushed, defeated, every time I saw your face

I escaped your cruelness, and Briton

Became my only refuge place

Only two months that I could live there

Then England became my own prison

The blood started to long for you

I came back, but still in denial

If I am strong enough or not

To resist being around you in college

Then a friend of yours did acknowledge

That you were asking about me

Wondering where I am about

And that, just that, was loud enough

To awaken all my wounds and start

Again all over the tough

Task of healing

My still rare wounds grew bigger

While you grew stronger and tougher

Then you crushed me as a whole

There at the ATM when I heard someone

Calling my name Sabah or Sal I do not know?

That was the time when you let go

Of the past but you let it all in me

It wondered its way around

But never found

And exit door through which you entered

And now you are asking me to let go of the past after all?

O Liza, our love was true

For it was created by me and you

Two hearts that found each other

Young and ambitious to discover

What ordinary people cannot see

Disputable and listened to worthy of if considered

My case why of your love I never recovered.

Sal

The last stand

Oh love, farewell I write you this letter

In a wrestling manner between my tears

And my pen to which I should ever

Engage the hand, farewell to the hopes of years

Farewell to our love, which lived like no one ever

Has been granted such precious hopes and seems

Scurrilous my reign

If I ever failed to retain

The glorious days of our dreams

But woe that I should live it alone

Grieving the death of my love in your heart

And as I looked humbled at its stone

With a wreath of flowers and sat

To plea defeated to the mighty love of yours

And submit to all conditions you state

And promise I will never introduce

Your name to any of those