Newborn

by Ameena Bakaev

Awakening with a deep breath from heart

And with that cry of life that’s heard first

A beauty beyond comparison

That brings joy and warmth

Such a beautiful cry that breaks the hardest metal

That’s the one, That’s the newborn

The beautiful creation of god

That’s the smile

That’s the hope

That’s the new joyful greeting

And here is the grateful acceptance

Here is the great care of love

The mother, The father, The relatives

Greeting that beautiful angel

To a world that’s the opponent

And life that’s waiting to live,

Meeting others, meeting the creator

Choosing the right path, fighting for the right path

Finding love and following footsteps

Patience and payback for love and care

And finally with the same smile

Preparing for the next journey in the after life

While here is the pain of separation

That’s it, Life, an endless journey

Capture the ABP Patterns

Photo by Michael Grossman

This week, the Creative Writing Club had planned to meet with the Photography Club for our third dual-club endeavor, but none of their club members showed up! In all fairness, on the verge of the end of the semester and finals, it is a difficult time of year. Anyway, we wrote off into the sunset without them and look forward to resuming our meetings with them in the Spring semester. Good luck everyone...

In our writing, we spent much of our time capturing the PATTERNS that we noticed around the ABP. What's that? Patterns? You don't understand? Read some of our results below...

Photo by Michael Grossman

Diamond Around

by Nayrouz A. ElAzzabi

One her, one them!
Blue carpet inside, cloudy sky outside.
Standing teacher sin here, sitting students in there.
Scattered papers on the table,
Passing ideas in my mind.
It's in here, it's in there.
Look around, look inside.
Outside is a pattern, inside a miracle.
Systematic organs, organized systems.
White blood cell, red blood cell.
Take O2 in, let CO2 out.
Inhale in a way, exhale in another way.
Let it in, let it out.
It is a pattern, ain't it?!
What is that, who is that?
One circle, one line.
Does it have a pattern?
Does it exist?
Is it here? Is it here?
Yes, it is all in a pattern.

Photo by Michael Grossman

a yellow swirl

like an abstract sun
the Faculty of Islamic Studies logo
a wall of ovals          white and grey
wooden slats on the lockers
the checkerboard texture on Lecture Hall C
outlined with rectangle lights set in the floor
blue with black lines and dots
flags of your teachers' countries of origin
white and green stripes on the leaves of the plant
a circular speaker cover
the light at the top of the column

Photo by Michael Grossman

Shapes Again & Again

by Fatema Abdul Salik

Blue concentric circles,

Red square boxes.

Everything seems to be full of patterns.

The silver metal running on the ground,

Each small black line in the clock.

All patterns seem to be hidden to the hurrying eye.

Blue, purple and red,

The spines of books so colorful and repeated.

Patterns hidden in the cloudy sky.

The black stones on white cloth,

The thin veins of the leaves.

Everything seems to be full of patterns.

Photo by Michael Grossman