F. Sihr Poem by Sarmad Al-Timimi

F. One day you were putting a wire over the shelf and you found something and called me, I picked it up and it was a big yellow human nail.. I didn't know what it was and I threw it away in the toilet..
And when I left 10 months and came back to you.. you showed me a small paper rolled like a cigarette were inside there was orange hair..
Do you know that the nail was Sihr and means constant fighting.. thats why me and you kept fighting over stupid things.. that's why when we cut our nails we throw them out the house right away..the paper with orange hair i never know what it was.. but as you keep hating me and keep silence towards me it must have done something to you..everyday I protect myself and you by reading Quran and remembering you.. that's why my love and respect never changed towards you..