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Narjes Noureddine is a UAE-based calligrapher with a BFA in Interior Design. Since 2000, she's been creating Arabic calligraphy in various forms, from traditional plates to contemporary murals and sculptures. Narjes has exhibited internationally and locally, receiving awards and commissions for her work in museums, public spaces, and private collections.
Driven by a shared Islamic and Russian heritage, I sought to explore the cultural connection between
Arab and Russian art through Pushkin's "The Prophet." This poem, inspired by our Islamic prophet,
offered a powerful bridge between our two cultures. By visualizing Pushkin's words, I aimed to showcase the influence of Islamic thought not only on Russian literature and art but also on people and nations worldwide.
Driven by a shared Islamic and Russian heritage, I sought to explore the cultural connection between
Arab and Russian art through Pushkin's "The Prophet." This poem, inspired by our Islamic prophet,
offered a powerful bridge between our two cultures. By visualizing Pushkin's words, I aimed to showcase the influence of Islamic thought not only on Russian literature and art but also on people and nations worldwide.
Artist, UAE
Narjes Noureddine
Longing for I dragged myself through desert sands …
An angel with three pairs of wings
Arrived to me at the cross of lands;
An angel with three pairs of wings
Arrived to me at the cross of lands;
The Prophet, А. S. Pushkin
Artist, UAE
Narjes Noureddine
Read by Narjes Noureddine, UAE
A. S. Pushkin
The Prophet
Arise, O prophet, hark and see,
Be filled with utter My demands,
And, going over Land and Sea,
Burn with The Word the humane hearts.
Be filled with utter My demands,
And, going over Land and Sea,
Burn with The Word the humane hearts.
The Prophet, А. S. Pushkin
Artist, UAE
Narjes Noureddine
Longing for spiritual springs,
I dragged myself through desert sands…
An angel with three pairs of wings
Arrived to me at cross of lands;
With fingers so light and slim
He touched my eyes as in a dream:
And opened my prophetic eyes
Like eyes of eagle in surprise.
He touched my ears in movement, single,
And they were filled with noise and jingle:
I heard a shuddering of heavens,
And angels' flight on azure heights
And creatures' crawl in long sea nights,
And rustle of vines in distant valleys.
And he bent down to my chin,
And he tore off my tongue of sin,
In cheat and idle talks aroused,
And with his hand in bloody specks
He put the sting of wizard snakes
Into my deadly stoned mouth.
With his sharp sword he cleaved my breast,
And plucked my quivering heart out,
And coals flamed with God's behest,
Into my gaping breast were ground.
Like dead I lay on desert sands,
And listened to the God's commands:
'Arise, O prophet, hark and see,
Be filled with utter My demands,
And, going over Land and Sea,
Burn with your Word the humane hearts.'
I dragged myself through desert sands…
An angel with three pairs of wings
Arrived to me at cross of lands;
With fingers so light and slim
He touched my eyes as in a dream:
And opened my prophetic eyes
Like eyes of eagle in surprise.
He touched my ears in movement, single,
And they were filled with noise and jingle:
I heard a shuddering of heavens,
And angels' flight on azure heights
And creatures' crawl in long sea nights,
And rustle of vines in distant valleys.
And he bent down to my chin,
And he tore off my tongue of sin,
In cheat and idle talks aroused,
And with his hand in bloody specks
He put the sting of wizard snakes
Into my deadly stoned mouth.
With his sharp sword he cleaved my breast,
And plucked my quivering heart out,
And coals flamed with God's behest,
Into my gaping breast were ground.
Like dead I lay on desert sands,
And listened to the God's commands:
'Arise, O prophet, hark and see,
Be filled with utter My demands,
And, going over Land and Sea,
Burn with your Word the humane hearts.'
The Prophet
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin