As we finished reading the poems "On Fatalism" and "The Song Of Maisuna", our group decided to do a critical review of the chosen poem which is "The Song Of Maisuna". We have taken our time and research about the poem, because we admit that the said poem made us scratch our heads as we reread it countless times.

          MAISUNA was a daughter of the tribe of Calab; a tribe, according to Abulfeda, remarkable both for the purity of dialect spoken in it and for the number of poets it had produced. She was married, whilst very young, to the Khalif Mowiah; but this exalted situation by no means suited the disposition of Maisuna; and, amidst all the pomp and splendour of Damascus, she languished for the simple pleasures of her native desert.

          These feelings gave birth to the following simple stanzas, which she took the greatest delight in singing, whenever she could find an opportunity to indulge her melancholy in private. She was unfortunately overheard one day by Mowiah, who was of course not a little offended, both with the discovery of his wife's sentiments, and with the contemptuous manner in which she had expressed herself with regard to her husband; and, as a punishment for her fault, he ordered her to retire from court. Maisuna immediately obeyed, and, taking her infant son Yezid with her, returned to Yemen; nor did she revisit Damascus till after the death of Mowiah, when Yezid ascended the throne.

          Maisuna,the girl who wrote the poem did a great job at writing it although to some whos vocabulary may not be as extensive as some of us do, you'd really have to reread it time and again but the message it conveys really hits home. When you read it, you'd feel what Maisuna at the time was feeling which was homesickness or something close to that. She lived a luxurious where she lived in but chose to feel pleasure and satisfaction in the simplest of things, in her native desert. Sometimes we forget where we came from when we reach or get to the top, maybe that's why many people lose themselves or the reasons they want to succeed in the first place. This story is just about Maisuna missing her simple life back in the desert, but we'd learn a lesson we should apply to our life that is ruled by expensive gadgets and lavish things, because nowadays we rarely appreciate simple things and tend to focus on things that cost an arm and a leg. We brag  when we have new stuff and frown when we feel envious of someone just because they have the latest model of iPhone.

           That is why people, especially teenagers or should we call millenials, should read the poem and try to be just like Maisuna, for despite the splendor of Damascus she still longed to live in a candid life in the desert.