Debaab "fog" By Elizabeth Ann James, 1935-2013 If am reborn, I will name myself Debaab, "fog"...I will go everywhere and not be afraid. I will be softer than bread but no one will have power over me. Children and tough sailors will say, "debaab" they will wonder if I am a bride or nun or a dancer calling from the mist. I will set on the wharves, and the cats will hide in the folds of my bathrobe. The sun will make a diamond clip for my hair and I will say. "When I was a woman on this earth you tried to trap me but I escaped and now as then, I am free and generous as rain." The poem was written by my wife Elizabeth Ann James in about 1985. Liz James as she is known died suddenly in August 4, 2013 in Columbus, Ohio, USA. Liz was born in Fostoria, Ohio, USA on March 18, 1935. I will try to carry on with her blog. A.M.Shiblaq