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Why I Wear the Hijab
اماذا أر تديي الحجاب
The clouds are filled with rain
but they do not bring rain
just like a woman
sometimes
does not bring any current
so, look again
my eyes are made punctual
in planets with the sun and moon
and clouds inside them
thick sheaf of black hair
in an array of silver threads
on my brown clay like the potter’s
I’ve built a tolerance for the flame on my glaze
freckles and spots sprinkled all over
dimples formed in the upper part of my cheeks
lends character to my smooth features
heaven is where I am focusing
the only witness to my opening, I fall asleep
Outside looking away.
Octopus
أخطبوط
This is the one road
that goes everywhere
never turn your gaze
there will be signs
you walk it and think
to get someplace this is
how the mouth will curve
sourcing for inspiration will lead you
down an endless, unwinding path
it gets boring, provides fun
gets you tensed, makes you
sigh you take more steps to
the language of sighs
walk more lengths on and on
on and on the book is no good
a mystery like an octopus
but without the grace
no matter how much you want
to love them men are awful