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Alexandria, Egypt
Yasser Kashef was born in 1989, in Alexandria. He is studying English linguistics and translation in Alexandria University. Being a son for an Alexandrian mother and an Asswani father grants him a flexible character that enables him to deal with various cultures and thoughts. He started to write Arabic poems at the age of eleven. In 2008, he wrote his first English poem “Death Life” and then followed it with more than 15 poems. He won the third place in Renaissance Group Poetry Competition for his poem “Schizophrenia” in 2010. Furthermore, his poem “Africa’s Son” bestowed him the first place in the same competition in 2011. He is interested in drawing, traveling, and photographing. Sugarcane is considered as his first short story. ..
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Chocolate


Chocolate is the sweet brown bar that melts in our mouths and its fat remains on the lips. The tongue always searches for it everywhere inside the mouth. When you savor it, you feel its superb delicious hotness that grants you mirth and diminishes your gloom. You may eat it with nuts, coconut or biscuit, but chocolate flavor is always unique. It reveals our childishness in every time we lick our fingers after eating it.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Africa's Son


O old Africa, look at your son!
His features are engraved by the sun
He is wiry like pine saplings
Free like the air that carries the wings
He sleeps inside a canvas tent
Which is patched and spent
His wide eyes gaze at a star
He captures a butterfly with a jar
His tongue, with amaze, is numb
Hearing raindrops when they drum
His feet are dwindled by the hot sand
Sticky mud roughens his curious hand
With his saliva, he draws on a wall
With darning socks, he plays football
His favorite movie is a blue sky free of clouds
His popular music is chirps and wild sounds
He ruminates the ripples on the river
That quenches the brown continent forever
Among tropical plants, he always weaves
Escaping from a storm that juggles the leaves
He fights poverty, illness and spells
By singing anthems on deserted wells
He goes to a mountain that he must climb
To get some herbs and a sack of lime
There, he meets a clairvoyant to read his palm
He tells him a fortune that is better than balm
"Success and luck will be always at your side
With your achievements, you will be Africa's pride"

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The Woman's Day



Let us set "The woman's day"
And ask the sky to rain beer
And make the sun sheds every ray
On women to raise them clear
The woman is an angel on earth
A really sensitive creature
Very beautiful from her birth
And that is her nature
When she has the power
She can play with your emotion
Her temper changes in every hour
Maybe a look shows you her explosion
After this day ...
I will gather women in one place
And I will close it well
I will put gas in every space
And burn them to go to hell

Hmmm..Maybe I cry for two minuts
Because I will be chased by their spirits

A Friend

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If your friend is natural and kind, you have to be glad. If your friend is brainy and sensitive, you must be lucky. If your friend has a wonderful spirit wrapped with delicate features, you have to thank God. If your friend has all of this and a unique talent, then you have all the rights to dance madly.