Thursday, August 4, 2011


I wish
that i could
make you love me
the way Allah meant
for a man to love a woman.
And for us to be
the sworn zawaj
the pen had scribed
when we were
but a drop of nutfah.
I wish
that i could have you
touch me
the way that husbands touched wives
back then
gentle, true, assuring.
And not the way men in those movies
steal a woman's innocence-
and break her back
with the weight
of a fatherless sin.
I pray
for a pious love
so pure
that it rings in the ears of
those who dwell in Jannah.
And so true-
that were we to enter it-
i might be
more desirable to you
than the Huural Ceyn.
I do not pray
for a happy ever after
but for an infinity
with you.

Farah Gabdon
Copyright © 2011

No comments:

Post a Comment