First Wife

The first night he came back
Sweaty, in a mood and trembling
I thought nothing of it. Heís a man.

But then it persisted these, let us say,
Unusual excursions.
I suspected a woman at first.
It was worse.

He began talking about his love
For Him;
I thought o dear, here we go: scandal!
I was a businesswoman, you understand,
With a camel run to Syria.
And there he was,
About to piss it all away by
Dallying with a man and talking about it.
How I wish it was a man now.
The trouble that would have saved us.

Who is this Allah that has invaded our lives,
Taken my man away from me?
Iím patient. I humor him,
Wipe his brow after every convulsion.
Itís love that makes me bite my tongue.

Hassan Abdulrazzak

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