Lady Breeze

لاموني الي غارو مني وقالولي اش عجبك فيها لاموني الي غارو مني وقالولي اش عجبك فيها جاوبت الي جهلو فني خدوا عيني شوفو بيها هاد الطفلة الي غرتو منها وحبيتوني باش ننساها مانقدرشي نبعد عنها وانا كالحوتة في ماها هاد الطفلة الي غرتو منها وحبيتوني باش ننساها مانقدرشي نبعد عنها وانا كالحوتة في ماها عاشق ومغروم في فنها حياتي كله وهبتو ليها لاموني الي غارو مني وقالولي اش عجبك فيها لاموني الي غارو مني وقالولي اش عجبك فيها جاوبت الي جهلو فني خدوا عيني شوفو بيها انا في عينيها ادم وهي في عينيا حواء قالولي علاش تعشق خادم قولتلهم افديه من جوا سمرا وغنا عليها العالم والعالم كله شاهد لاموني الي غارو مني وقالولي اش عجبك فيها لاموني الي غارو مني وقالولي اش عجبك فيها جاوبت الي جهلو فني خدوا عيني شوفو بيها يا ناس اش تحبو مني وغرته من السر الرباني فنية وعشقت في فني وانا الي عاششقها اني يا ناس اش تحبو مني وغرته من السر الرباني فنية وعشقت في فني وانا الي عاششقها اني طول حياتي عليها نغني وشعري وفني كله ليها لاموني الي غارو مني وقالولي اش عجبك فيها لاموني الي غارو مني وقالولي اش عجبك فيها جاوبت الي جهلو فني خدو...

Essmat Mohsen El Eskandarany (1898 - 1973): aka Om El Baharia (The Mother of the Navy) - النص العربى يتبع She is the granddaughter of the Egyptian Navy Admiral Hasan Pasha El Askandaray a.k.a "The Prince of the Seas" who died fighting in the Crimean War between Turkey and Russia in 1854. From a young age, she had a passion for the sea, the ships, travel, the legend of her grandfather, the history of the Egyptian navy, the naval battles that the Arabs fought and the Arab trav elers.  She travelled around the world for 18 years and was named Bint Batouta, after the Arab traveler Ibn Batouta who lived in the 14th century. In 1948, she donated a fully equipped naval ship to the Egyptian navy. She also donated her house in Ras El Tin in Alexandria to the navy. She willed all her money and property to the navy.  In 1955, President Nasser awarded her the highest medal of honor.  She had written many articles and publications about the History of the Arabs, the ...

The sunshine on the long white road  That ribboned down the hill, The velvet clematis that clung Around your window-sill Are waiting for you still.  Again the shadowed pool shall break  In dimples at your feet, And when the thrush sings in your wood, Unknowing you may meet Another stranger, Sweet.  And if he is not quite so old As the boy you used to know, And less proud, too, and worthier, You may not let him go--- (And daisies are truer than passion-flowers)  It will be better so. Roland Leighton to Vera Brittain

Violets from Plug Street Wood, Sweet, I send you oversea. (It is strange they should be blue, Blue, when his soaked blood was red, For they grew around his head: It is strange they should be blue.) Think what they have meant to me - Life and hope and Love and You (and you did not see them grow Where his mangled body lay Hiding horrors from the day; Sweetest, it was better so.) Violets from oversea, To your dear, far, forgetting land These I send in memory Knowing you will understand. Roland Leighton to Vera Brittain

Down the long white road we walked together Down between the grey hills and the heather, Where the tawny-crested Plover cries. You seemed all brown and soft, just like a linnet, Your errant hair had shadowed sunbeams in it, And there shone all April In your eyes. With your golden voice of tears and laughter Softened into song 'Does aught come after Life,' you asked 'When life is Laboured through? What is God and all for which we're striving?' 'Sweetest sceptic, we were born for living; Life is Love, and Love is--- You, dear, you.' Roland Leighton to Vera Brittain