The thawb and kefiyyah
Of a man, with olive skin
Tanned, golden, prosperous
In waist, in wealth and in wives.
He worships a god, just like I do
He prostrates, while I kneel down,
He and I, we both pray,
He looks after his wives and daughters,
Like his own prized treasures
The way I look after my wife,
And the beauty here is,
This man reminds us all that,
We are all wadis without religion
And oases with god.