Nuura

There is so much of her in me 

This woman. 

Stood proud. 

Head dress forming an earthly hallo 

About her voluptuous frame. 

Her name is Nuura. 

And she is light. 

Forever radiant. 

I have bathed in her

sparkle Basked in the twinkle of her love

 And learnt the pains of a woman’s womb- 

Broken whispers of almost babies 

That made her lament And retreat into herself

 Like a broken angel 

Or an angelic human 

Whispering in virtuous calm- 

Bismillahi rahmani raheem. 

They said that bleeding 

Would make me a woman 

And loving a man 

Would make me bleed 

A different kind of love. 

She taught me that blood

 Could also break a woman

 And that tears 

Made even angles human. 

That humans- 

Sometimes came in the form of demons-

 And demons- sometimes looked like friends. 

That forgiveness

 Make’s the broken -whole

 And the secret to happiness

 Lay in gentle remembrances of Laa illaha illallaah. 

The velvety chuckles Of man and wife. 

And in the soft caresses between mother child. 

Between her 

and I. 

There is no woman

 Like her. 

Her name is Nuura. 

And she is light.

 Forever radiant. 

Farah Gabdon

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