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No man could see her tresses How beautiful they were To the circumnavigations of the pedestal fan Nor the cheeky hemispheres; The curvature of her precise jawbones. And through the gap in her face veil You could find a woman in love – Irises painted In henna, glittering like fields of barley, Pupils dilated to…

A Muslim Woman

In bazaars of civilization A religion walks tall with the rest Where a graceful gender becomes a pillar of her family In love and the honesty of labor Where below a headscarf of modesty Is every inch a mystical woman A hurricane in her own right, that blows through The heart, without decimating the anatomy…