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Iron Lady

Confident! Relaxed! Happy!
Her face covered! Her head veiled!
Not afraid of arrest or torture!
Oblivious to the order, 'Uncover! Unveil! '
Her two princes! Pupil of her eyes! Pomegranates! Plucked off the tree!
Squeezed by the oppressors!
To fill with blood the two eyes of their mother;
Being pushed into police vagon...
...by ruthless policemen,
People for whom she sacrificed...
...her youth, her joys, her family sleeping...
...beyond being awakened...
...even by the shrieks of children,
But, she resists alone,
The most resilient lady!
Her eyes with hope fixed...
...on her purpose and destination;
Her courage is not lost,
She is not speechless, bewildered, or a dead corps;
She carries around her neck...
..a necklace of martyrs with pride,
She carries in her bag:
The prayer mat and the Quran;
Her people seem to have forgotten her;
But, she carries their pain in her heart;
She always smiles, and says:
The passion for freedom is sitting on my head;
I won't taken off my shoes yet.

Mykoul
Iron Lady
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COMMENTS
Deluke Muwanigwa 19 March 2021
Great ode to Muslim mother. Man to man is so unjust.
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