hello, my name is Iqbal alSharif, I'm Arabic instructor to non native speakers i have a certificate from Jordan university in Methods of Teaching Arabic to non native speakers and another certificate from Istanbul Institute of Languages. I am a Native Arabic speaker and speak English too, with experience in teaching students from all around the world. My teaching experience have allowed me to learn so much about different cultures. My students come from Turkey, China, USA, Macedonia, Pakistan, Australia and France. Together, we can practice : · Conversational Speech and Pronunciation · listening · Reading · Writing i use zoom meeting program to teaching Arabic. I am in Jordan standard time +3 UTC. I am very flexible with my time, so please send me a message with your available date and time and the country where you are currently living. Also, please tell me what you will like to practice and I will have
“On This Land”
On this land,
There is what makes life worth living,
April’s hesitation,
the aroma of bread at dawn,
A woman’s prayer for men,
Aeschylus’s writings,
the beginning of love,
Grass on a stone,
mothers standing on the thread of a flute,
and the invaders’ fear of memories.
On this land,
There is what makes life worth living,
September’s end,
A woman leaving forty
in full bloom
The hour of sunlight in prison
A cloud reflecting a swarm of creatures
A people’s applause for those who face their own erasure with a smile
And the tyrant’s fear of songs.
On this land,
There is what makes life worth living
On this land
The lady of our land
The mother of all beginnings
And the mother of all ends
She was called Palestine
Her name later became Palestine
My lady….
Because you are my lady
I deserve life.
On this land,
There is what makes life worth living,
April’s hesitation,
the aroma of bread at dawn,
A woman’s prayer for men,
Aeschylus’s writings,
the beginning of love,
Grass on a stone,
mothers standing on the thread of a flute,
and the invaders’ fear of memories.
On this land,
There is what makes life worth living,
September’s end,
A woman leaving forty
in full bloom
The hour of sunlight in prison
A cloud reflecting a swarm of creatures
A people’s applause for those who face their own erasure with a smile
And the tyrant’s fear of songs.
On this land,
There is what makes life worth living
On this land
The lady of our land
The mother of all beginnings
And the mother of all ends
She was called Palestine
Her name later became Palestine
My lady….
Because you are my lady
I deserve life.