Mudhafar Alnuwab the Iraqi poet who had the ability to make Iraqis sing his words with eyes full of sorrow and tears, and managed to color their silent dreams with desire and voice. he managed to build a wide audience inside and outside the country; as capitals soared their hands towards praise that he deserved in spite of political cuffs.
He had a firm attitude facing betrayal of his time; where most of the communists shaked hands with the criminal Baathist party that was holding government at that time. the poems that reflected this conduct spread like fire in dry leaves, at the same time they became the fuel that ignited intellectual controversy and endless conversations.
His poetry found two channels of survival; covering contemporary events and issue and being an immortal messenger. innovation never failed his trials, always surprising his audience with a ( new look) poem in its construction, treatment, metaphors, creation and abundance. the source of all of this was his penetrating honesty with his own self that once it is released you might lose track...Iraqis repeated his words in songs and hardships for he wrote poetry in both slang (local) and standard Arabic. His poems gave them sweeping wings, and kept bitter droplets of reality at the end of each tongue. oppression was faced with Alnuwab's magic and wisdom... His commemoration was and always will be an occasion to spare him a new age of creativity and love... he proved that people are immortal through their deeds ...and words.
poetry in the hands and eyes of Alnuwab is resurrection itself . It is the long awaited savior. poetry gives wings to the helpless, those metaphysical wings that reach the very heart of beauty. Reality, pain and imagination sustain hope in souls and build up expectations from ruins.
Alnuwab's poems are endless beginnings breaking down to phrases of irony, once picturing the audience , you capture surprised laughter and tearing eyes ... the finale is always a heavy sigh...
Edited by Maithem Alharbi and Amal Ibrahim