Nasr Mohammed .. Germany 

(Poets are ambassadors of peace on the wings of their delicate souls, carrying love, homeland, hopes, worries, and sorrows, those who possess the spirit of absolute freedom, and draw their inspiration material from the reality in which they live, those who possess an imagination through which
they see the truth in its abstract form, and hear what the ordinary human has not heard) 

Last night, while I was searching in my library for a book to forget the longing for Amuda, family, and loved ones, I came across the diwan "Love is a Divine Carnival" by the Kobani poet Ismail Ahmed 

The poet Ismail Ahmed is a Kurdish Syrian expatriate in Germany 
led by nostalgia to his city Kobani and his homeland Syria from time to time. 
He is a poet of love, nature, and beauty who wrote the most beautiful poems for Kobani. It held a prominent place in his poetry, perhaps distinguishing him from other 
poets.

Ismail Ahmed shed the garment of place and mounted the saddle of departure and travel to the forests of estrangement, to settle in the distant night circles and the silence of pains and distance, to taste the bitterness and suffering of psychological and spatial expatriation, and to drink the cup of constant longing for the homeland. Thus, he was a prisoner of his homeland in departure and travel  for it was the cradle of his childhood and the playground of his youth. 

A new poetry diwan has been recently published titled  ("Love is a Divine Carnival")  by Dar Al-Zaman for Printing, Publishing and Distribution. The diwan is medium-sized, consisting of 170 pages and contains 90 poems. 

The diwan carries within it experiences and pains that the poet lived through in earlier periods of his life, including love, longing, the agony of expatriation, and the separation from loved ones. In addition to the people's worries and the tragedies and pains of the war in Syria. 

The poet dedicates his first diwan to those souls that made him soar high in the sky of love, passion, and madness, to the pure soul of his father 
and to his tender mother Adla 
and to his three children, his precious wife, and to all readers 

I opened the diwan and forgot longing for a moment for the night wore
the shirt of transparency. And the morning breathed fragrance. How many hours I spent and found distinction that attracted me, and I passed through the space of longing in the poem of The Immigrant 

Kurdish 
I carry the box of my life 
on my shoulders 
and depart 

Searching for sun, water, and air 
to obtain a spark of warmth 
from the gardens of nature 

To live for moments 
in the embrace of freedom 

I swear outside the bounds and wires 
in a homeland that writes me a new address
to protect my name from loss 

Behind the veil of madness, I proceed 
and proceed towards the sanctuary of silence ... etc. 

The poet transports you from one world to another as if on a magic carpet
In the poem (Ask Me), a woman implores her husband, a prisoner with the criminal gang ISIS. 

She asks me 
and on her neck a thousand questions
Where is (God)

She recites to me 
a breeze from her air 
and in her silence, a wrath
that flows over the highest intoxication
and enjoys the lament as a melody 

Where is (God)? 
She said: 

And she wiped on her chest
a sea revealed 
from the navel of the wombs 

And cried and cried 
Where is (God) ... etc. 

How sweet are his texts and how beautiful is his love that he narrated himself. He dressed it in the most beautiful clothes. With the amazing image he painted with the brush of the heart and colored it with the dust of the earth. In the poem (No life without love), he says: 

Love rains down on me heavily
and guides me to the straight path
with a kiss 

Writes me a thousand poems
in one day 

On the shores of longing
burns me with the fire of her love
relentlessly 

O shining sun in the depths of the universe
grant her mercy and hope
for I am next to those partitions
brush away the clouds
from the stars and the battle

The hymns have melodious tunes
and the heart is of pink color
and red lips ... etc. 

How great is his belonging to Kobani, which he adorned with women's kohl, and kneaded it
with the henna of his distant childhood. Kobani is like a mirror to him reflecting his dreams and memories of writing poetry, love, and teenage days.

 He says in the poem (Kobani)

Kobani 
between a prophet and a prophet
gives birth to thousands of prophets 

Kobani 
the light leaning
on the letters of (God) 

Kobani 
a line from history
renewing itself
with loyalty 

Kobani 
the waist of the world
loses its virginity
under the shine of your intoxication ... etc. 

After the destruction and ruin caused by the terrorist organization ISIS 
inside the city of Kobani and the state of emptiness and severe sadness, the poet lived alone in his exile and thought about the scenes of destruction, ruin, and martyrs. The poet wrote the poem (I am Alone), in which he says: 

I am alone 
and alone is this theological carnival 
on my black lips 

I no longer have sugar
to scatter on the departing in the war streets 
inside the city 

They are going on their way without fear 

Only the walls hold farewell prayers
for their passing in moments
of silence in which all alphabets of existence in the world are erased
and without a word of truth behind wandering eyes 

I am not here to die alone this evening
the dust of all these years has passed slowly
a rose could not have blossomed
if love had not given birth to this spring a palace ... etc.

Finally, I will suffice with this amount of my notes on some parts of the poetic collection (Love is a Divine Carnival) by the poet Ismail Ahmed, whom I see as a poet with a good ability to perform an inspiring text with impact.