Weavers of Malice

My heart cleft in two,

Malicious siblings two.

Though I tried to be civil,

Yet she named me “Evil”.

Named me a “wicked sisters group”,

To honor Allah’s command I did stoop.

Denied of my right as a daughter,

From two decades by my brother.

Where you were preaching of Sharia law,

I explained a little deeper below.

Teaming together my dearest ones tease,

Suggesting my mother to gift deed whom she please.

Almost two decades raising your family,

Living in a house of joint property.

Yet I never took it personal,

When she targeted my soul.

With her “Uff“and my “Sharia Degree”,

When she suggested her Mufti’s decree.

That divorce is Halal,

Though least favorite of all,

So knowing fully well a mother’s love for son,

She suggested her to pick her son.

Playing with her ‘Akhira’

Who can blame love of ‘Dunya’

Was it a daughter who suggested?

Or a mind by Commissioner infested.

If such be the gold medalist,

I am better off as a humanist.

Those words of hatred and Malice,

That you have showered on me,

Forever seals in my heart.

I might forgive but not forget.

When I talked of principle ,

You made it a brawl personal.

Never did I separate a son from mother,

It was the son who threatened to leave his mother.

O! these sons who leave their mothers,

History repeats through next generation brothers.

No more am I that scared little girl of old,

Held from throat in water tub my head immersed.

My lamentation falls heavy upon your ears,

Deafening ears Allah knows what pain my heart bears.