Buthaina al Nasiri
In Two Years
How the world has changed,
When the West met the East
Now they fought,
Now deep in thought
Jokes were shared
And tears were shed
Doubts, longing, sometimes, fears,
But in between,
Deserts were made green,
Sour seas turned sweet.
In two years,
Love is born.
Women of Araby
We, women of Araby,
know well our men.
What makes them mad
What makes them sad
When they laugh,
when they love.
What responses to our whims.
We read them like a book,
From right to left.
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Inside your Western head,
I am lost,
Away from home.
I must decipher you
From left to right.
