The new poetess Amna Shah

Amna Tariq Shah was born on the 22nd of April ’84, to a Muslim family in Peshawar-Pakistan, Amna Tariq Shah is a writer and a poetess. She writes short stories, prose and poems.

She received her early education from Beaconhouse School Systems, Peshawar. Later, she passed her B.A from F.G. Degree College, Peshawar with English Literature and Psychology as her majors. In 2007, she received her M.A degree in English Literature and applied linguistics from Dept. of English and Applied Linguistics, University of Peshawar, Peshawar.

After completing her masters, she worked as a lecturer in English, in Peshawar Model Degree College for girls in Peshawar, for a time period of two years.

She is currently working as a freelance writer for an Australian writing company ‘Write On’.

Having Urdu and Pashto as her mother tongue, she has chosen English as her medium of writing so that her work can be read by a wider sphere of people.

Amna Tariq Shah has expressed her desire to be Albania’s friend and a collaborator of “Eagle’s wing” magazine. Firstly, she sent us a poem “An outcast” and we published it in its original version, English. Besides, we translated and published it in Albanian.

Now a few words about me:

Howdy everyone!

I am Amna Tariq Shah
from Peshawar, Pakistan.
As a little girl, I had a dream that my stories and poems would be read widely in the world one day. I would mostly write silly content about imaginary characters, but that childhood passion slowly and gradually molded into a full fledge realistic dream of a grown up girl. Until now I had no direction and no clue as to what could be my ultimate ladder to the dream I have had throughout my early years. How this dream will now trigger its way…
I don’t know but at least by the end of the day I would be a satisfied soul thinking that I did try my bit of making my dream come true. So here I go. This is my attempt to see how well I stand in my ability to create a writing material that may be read around the globe.

AN OUTCAST

From tree to tree the eagle flies,
In quest of warmth, to stay by.
The fire flickers a distance away,
But it is nothing when the bird comes array.
Swooping high, it holds its breath;
Thinking twice, when it just once had to think.
Not in proximity to life;
It wonders to see a better day ahead.
The bird breaks its wings;
This was the only hope to keep it within the ring.
Sensing joys and sorrows are a part of existence,
It continues now by search through walk in the smooth ocean.

Composed by
Amna Tariq Shah

(PAKISTAN)