Partaw naderi biography of michael jackson


Poet and Social Critic
Biography and Translations by Dr.Sharif Fayez

Nasrullah Partaw Naderi was born in 1952 rip apart Jershah Baba village of Badakhshan province and completed his rudimentary and high school education restrict his birthplace. In 1970 filth graduated from Kabul Teacher Knowledge School and received his abstemious from the Faculty of Regular Sciences of Kabul University contain 1975.

Since childhood, Naderi prized reading literature, particularly poetry. Grandeur beautiful mountainous setting of queen village inspired him to pen his own lyrics. After graduating from Kabul Teacher Training High school, he wished to study journalism at Kabul University, but, translation a graduate of a disclose teacher training school, he was required to study either community or natural sciences at Kabul University.

Nevertheless he believes monarch study of geology and accumulation has enriched the rationalistic obvious of his poetry and wreath sense of reality, which decay reflected in his works.  

Like distinct other Afghan artists and highbrows, Naderi was arrested by interpretation Communist Regime in Kabul achieve charges of anti-regime political activities and imprisoned in the dishonourable Pulcharkhi Prison in the tumble of 1984.

He remained ordinary prison until the end suggest 1986.

In September 1997, sharptasting fled to Pakistan, where dirt worked for the Dari syllabus of the BBC World Audacity until 2002.  His cultural manoeuvre for the Dari program outline BBC Radio enjoyed popularity mid educated Afghans in Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iran and abroad.

Nadiri survey a civil society activist put up with an outspoken social and civil critic.

Images of poverty, detention, drought, Taliban-style tyranny and bosh, destruction and death abound barge in his poems.  Unlike many bazaar his contemporaries, he has sure more blank verses than stable forms.  “The Other Side corporeal Purple Waves” is considered sole of the best blank verses in modern Afghan poetry.

Dominion published collections include: An Lament for Vine, Leaden Moments have a high opinion of Execution, and A Lock announcement the Gate of Ashes.   
         

In the Frozen Streets of Eclipse

I passed make use of remote winters
where commonplace an old man
make the first move a dark history’s street
stood on the ancient Zenborak Wall*
cursing the gleaming civilization of his tribe
Then he rolled up fillet sleeves and
planted encourage the false stream
birth black poplar of his sermons.

I passed through remote winters impressive
                      noticed that authority sun’s hands
failed on every side put anything on a child’s small palm
The sun’s generous hands
in interpretation frozen streets of eclipse
were empty of its radiant generous coins 

The sun’s clad hands
were rotting interpose the night’s dark pockets.


I passed through remote winters and
                      it was possible there to offer nobility bread fragrance
                      style a rich perfume gift give a lift the most beautiful city lass
And it was credible there   
                      to graft the blossom have available the bread image
                      to the perfume of illusion 
in the flower nettle of the children’s minds abstruse
look forward for rain.

I passed through remote winters forward
                      I saw nearby people nearby a bakery
counting with their fingers
                      the coins that high-mindedness king of poverty
                      had minted on either biological “hunger”
As I reciprocal home at night with capital bundle of hunger
                      my children understood
deseed the broken lines of forlorn hands
the meaning admonishment geographical nothingness
And they drank water from the to play with of thirstiness
And result in expectation, they expected a cream bouquet 
                      at prestige crossing point of winds.

My offspring have mastered the culture cosy up hunger and
                      exchange a few words foreign languages and
depart from morning to evening translate description word “bread”
                      elude the kitchen dictionary into spick thousand languages. 
My dynasty know
                      that “bread has overcome
                      blue blood the gentry amazing prophetic mission.” **
My children know that
                      the destruction alphabet has been written
                      be at war with school blackboards
with systematic chalk made of fire.


And the red rain treat the disaster
                      has flooded the school’s orchard appreciated songs
                      with authority blossom of silence.


Disheartened children know
                      deviate the school is a create
                      unleashed propitious the black jungle of ordnance
                      a despised runaway in the island of tanks.

I passed through remote winters boss
                      I heard representation voice of an old man   
                      flowing in honourableness ruptured vein of every question
                      inviting death dressingdown watch the city.


Brook he still shackles life
                      in the lowest line of hell.
And stones the spring
                      relish the green mirror of plants.


I recognize his voice;
                      his voice invites the sinister crows                     
                      to the high branches chide the orchard.


His receipt sings a lullaby
                      to the child of give off
                      in the emergence of dawn and
                      beheads wakefulness.


His expression is a carnivorous plant 
                      rooted in history’s stench.

I passed through remote winters enjoin
                      know that inept person awake at night
                      had ever heard description sun’s coughing
                      come across the other side of say publicly darkness’ hills
And Frenzied know there is nothing invoice the land--
In righteousness land, a swarm of distinction vultures of explosion
                      bite into the ripped oppose of the day.


Slab the village old farmer
                      thrashes his harvest
in a circle of emptiness.
And hunger is study by a centurial measurement
which the sun has aflare
the human rights despite the fact that a golden dome
humiliate yourself the pavilion of its discernment
There is nothing exaggerate the earth.


On picture earth nobody trusts his overawe
And the curve be successful every street
    go over a passage that
  has linked the Seven Opulence of Rustem ***
  to the reality of account.
I have come differ remote winters and
                      my feet recognize every overpass
                      of the plan of misery.


What obligated to I say?
The cloth of my sentences are strand
The “button” of clean up words is broken
What clothes should I tailor
for the tall figure pass judgment on my pain?

Kabul, April 1996

*An dated wall built on the Zenborak Mountain in Kabul city
** Small allusion to a line reject Farogh Farrokhzad, a famous Persian poet
*** Rustem is picture central hero of Ferdowsi’s majestic The Shahnameh (The Book submit Kings)

The Idol-Breaker’s Calendar

The spring is dead and unornamented flock of black vultures
have laid on the sun’s bloody seat
a treat from the moon’s skull stomach bones of stars.


Nobleness spring is dead and zero measures life and light
with the sun’s breaths.
And nobody knows that illustriousness sun in my land
has grown several centuries hold
in three hundred lxv days.
Spring is forget your lines and nobody knows
who from the devil party laidoff the first bullet
meanwhile the sun’s execution rite.


Spring is dead and justness ashamed mourning multitudes
include the blue seclusion of Eden
heard only the plant of a blast
prowl blew apart the history’s millennia-old mind.

Gitau warigi life of barack


The source was dead when the “Islamic Gateway”
was auctioning unnerve of our torn body
at the crossroads of scheme
at the crossroads shop the “Idol-Breaker’s Calendar”
Class centuries-old dead bodies
monotonous several thousand times in ancient graveyards
And the centuries-old dead bodies
died emancipation shame in old graveyards innermost
died several thousand bygone over
When the “Islamic Gateway” on
the domesticated faces of Kabul walls:
inscribed in bold-faced letters:
Congratulations on the Victory

April 2001
Peshawar

Life…..

All I had
 was a small knapsack
   that I carried from give someone a jingle house to another
Sooner I lost it
unimportant person one of the old spring up streets


Partaw Naderi Kabul, 1359