Book
To turn on the light is forbidden
Candles may be dangerous too.
They can steal my virginity.
Under My Burqa
No matter, I’m hidden
Under my burqa.
I can still walk toward my dreams
Bring Me Light
My heart is a library of stories.
Borrow a story. Empty my shelves.
Read every one of me. Judge me
by my poems. Ask me your questions.
The Wish
I wore black dress, black shoes and a black ring
Under my burqa, blue, blue and blue.
Honeymoon in the Graveyard
When I wash the dishes,
scrubbing each plate and glass,
I wish I could clean
the destiny of the unlucky couple.
What It Means to Be a Muslim Woman
One day I asked Dad, “Do you believe in God?” I instantly regretted daring to ask this question, but my father smiled and pointed for me to sit closer to him.
Mother of Brightness on Wings of Freedom
No matter if
I am from North or South,
I am from Adam and Hawa—
love’s best friend.
Under the Same Sky
I’m on the same road, but it’s different
than the one where I played with mud,
making cow shapes.
The Road Is Full of Dust
Today nobody helped me
But a child rode with his father
On a bike, and as they crossed I heard
The little boy say, “I wish I had money.”