Dr. Alia M. Shuaib
Born in Kuwait in January 1964.
Degree:
Master Degree: Birmingham University Britain 1992.
Name of thesis (Agency and Moral Responsibility)
Ph.d. Degree: Birmingham University Britain 1994
Name of thesis (Bodily Identity of Women in Quran)
Books:
1st short story collection, Kuwait 1989
2nd short story collection, Britain 1992
1st and 2nd poetry Books, Kuwait 1994-1995
3rd poetry Book, Syria 1997.
Exhibition:
5 Solo Exhibitions, Kuwait-Syria 1989-1995
She is a writer, critic and a painter.
She was born in 1964 in Kuwait.
In 1994, she got Ph.D. in Philosophy of Ethics from Birmingham University, Britain. Thesis title was Body Identity of Woman.
She is a member of painting society.
She is a member of writers union.
She is a member of Post-Graduate Association.
She held five exhibition in Kuwait and Britain.
She took part in the poetic movement in Kuwait through her stories and articles, and she has a prominent role in painting movement through her paintings and exhibitions.
She wrote many short stories, critic articles and poems in local, Gulf and Arab papers and magazines.
She introduced a poetic evening at Al-Watan paper in 89.
She gave a lecture on painting at the Higher Institute of Theatre Arts in 1991.
In 1995, she took part in the open Symposium with a research on Problems of Kuwaiti Youth at socialists Union.
She is teaching Ethics Philosophy at Phil. Dept., Kuwait University.
Her Writings:
1. A Woman Marries the Sea (Emraa Tatazawaj Al-Bahr), issued in 1989 in Kuwait.
2. Without a Face (Bela Wajh), issued in 1991 in Britain.
3. Spiders condole wounds (Anakeb Turthi Jurha) - Poetry Divan, issued in 1993 in Kuwait.
4. Ammunition in me - Shout in my mouth (Alzakhera fi - Osrukhi fi fami) - Poetry Divan, issued in 1995.
5. She has two writings under process:
Womans Established Rights in the Holy Quran.
Sentimental Texts on Kuwait.
Without a Face (Bela Wajh): By Alia Shuaib
This book is a good collection of short stories, eighteen of them. It is the second writing for our author, the daring one who did and still does her best to have something different than others. The author is talented and you feel that as going through her own writings. She is daring as well as she has a significant technique of writing. Even some critics consider her a literal phenomenon as she has a spark of madness, which intellectuals call this the talent - no doubt that the above indicated book represents a very special talent, which is seen in the authors special language and style as she comes across some contemporary writing experiences. This book doesnt include a traditional piece of writing, but an open un-classical one.
One of the most beautiful stories included in this book is the one called (let me die - Daeeni Amount). In this piece, the author portrays the character of a woman becomes desperate and dejected after her husbands death. She hates life and doesnt have any sort of motive to survive anymore. The woman lives only with her own memories with her late husband. She recalls everything seen in this own clothes, for example. She indulges herself in worries and frustration, and this is highly portrayed in repeated images of smoking and sorrow. You feel that this sorrow seems to be a hysterical one. She misses her late husband a body and his materialism is clearly obvious. She misses him a lot and that is represented in examining his pyjamas, which she still have them on their bed. We also see her embracing these pyjamas trying to remember those days when she was with her. She misses him as a material body to satisfy her, not as a soul to achieve love and mercy for her.
In addition, the woman is suffering a lot and she cant defeat her sorrows at all. In her own point of view, she cant live with her body as being unsatisfied and out of order. Hence, she begins to prepare herself for joining him. Eventually, she dies within the framework of committing suicide on the same bed they slept in together one day.
No doubt, the authors style in characterized by honesty and dareness, and readers should have sort of competence of imagination to live and cope with her own writings.
A Woman Marries the Sea by: Alia Shuaib
Ali writes here about a woman who is very fond of the sea. There is a man follows her and watches every step of hers. She portrays how the indicated woman is highly influenced by sea and mystery everywhere. Suddenly the man doesnt find her as he thinks she gets lost in that sea. This indicated selection is full of metaphors and puns with a sort of symbolism.
REVIEW BY: JOHAR CHINIOTY |
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NKEM EKEOPARA - A PROFILE |
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Nkem Ekeopara - a Profile
Nkem Ekeopara is of Igbo extraction and was born on November 25, 1960 in Ihiagwa-Owerri, South Eastern Nigeria, barely a month and twenty five days after his country gained political independence from Britain. He holds a Bachelor of Engineering Honors Degree in Agricultural Engineering from the University of Nigeria and presently works as a Consultant Irrigation
Engineer with the Department of Execution and Maintenance of Landscape Projects of the State of Kuwait Public Authority for Agriculture Affairs and Fish Resources (PAAF). He had been irrigation Engineer for Garden District-3 Project where his love for the environment was an overriding factor to his commitment in elevating the practice of his profession to an art and positively impacting his area of responsibility.
Mr. Ekeopara has held several important engineering and management positions in the private and public sectors in Nigeria before coming to Kuwait in December, 1995. He was Chairman, Board of Secretaries of R&D International, a Nigerian based non-governmental organization (NGO) for promotion of Research and Development as a necessary ingredient for national growth and international co-operation. During his tenure, he helped tremendously in forging a fruitful link between academics engaged in applied research works and the industrial sector. Also, he pioneered the publication of R&D International a quarterly journal of research and development and opened opportunities for cross fertilization of ideas through information exchange between and among similar bodies at local and international levels.
Mr. Ekeopara who is a member of his professions arm of the Nigerian Society of Engineers, was also a former member of the Editorial Board of The Nsukka Engineer and has published several articles and commentaries on topical global issues of national relevance to his native land, Nigeria. He is an avid reader, with an engaging interest in writing, art, research and adventure and likes mentoring kids. He enjoys playing and watching soccer, and upholds with a missionary zeal the Motto of his alma mater To Restore the dignity of Man as a guiding philosophy in his daily pursuits.
The Eclipse
There was sunlight,
when children happily hurried to school;
Mothers humbly went to sow,
as fathers dutifully tilled the soil.
There was a sudden middays delight,
of everone standing on shadows,
everywhere on earth,
in our part of the hemisphere
Then in this brightness,
Children screamed into the arms of teachers;
and mothers called out to the fathers,
as darkness descended in a lighting speed.
Mothers worried for their children,
Fathers in wonder, offered cuddle and consolation.
And as swiftly as it came,
the darkness opened into a brighter day.
A Voice in the Wilderness
Let the endearing feathers of doves,
now hovering over our skies,
stick through the wings of hawks,
and indenture the drifting clouds.
Let there be precipitation;
in our lives and our nations,
to calm our palpitating hearts,
and cool our heated lands.
Let there be peace
Let there be love
Let there be live
and Let there be a future for our children.
A dedication to Nigeria and all the troubled people and nations of the world.
I Stood by the Towers
I stood by the towers,
and listened to chimes,
oozing from snowy apparels,
fluttering in the heaving tides,
of the Arabian gulf.
I stood still,
and captured the buzzing,
of amassing bees,
sucking on blossoming dates,
by the surroundings of Arabia.
I meandered through to the tops,
and fancied the flotillas;
filled with dainty divers,
picking precious pearls,
in the middle of the Gulf.
I stood by the towers,
and peered through a bloom;
of a sprouting balm,
guzzling the dunes,
in the magic of the Arabian Gulf.
I stood by the towers
and gazed far into the rims,
to sight the golden rays of a setting sun,
embracing the Persian sea,
at the stretches of the peninsula.
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