i am pleased. liar.
are you smiling?
and what about the hurt that you bear? that you hide?
i hide my nakedness in your white woven wool, it scratches my skin as i fight to retain it from the shameless winds.
i'm standing on the roof, the blue skies above me, the white washed walls beneath my feet. i begin to climb down the stairs but stop to see women wrapped in white surrendering to Allah in prayer under a swaying palm.
Make it easy for me, I pray. I bow. Just the way it should be. Just the way it is meant to be.