I am a
woman
I am the
refugee of your world
You will
not find me on any list
Don’t try
to find me
I belong
to no country
I have no
home
I will
never be found on your maps
I am an
unnamed city
Undiscovered
town you seldom reach
Unless
you are lost
On your
arrogant journey to success
You only walk through me
Like you
walk through a dark forest
In the
moonless night
You never
call me by my name
You who claim
to love me
Call me
Mother
Sister
Beloved
Mistress
But you
never call me by my name
I am an
unheeded garden
A cactus
uncared on the way of you caravan
I am a
woman
And
nobody knows my name
I am the
refugee of your world
I don’t
have any address
Don’t try
to find me
I live on
the outskirts of the town
You
deserted long ago
My name
is still written on those walls
You never
read it
Don't pretend to read it
You are
blind to my name
I am a
woman without a name
I lost my
name
My body
My
respect
Only to
preserve
Your name
Your body
Your
respect
I am a
woman you will never know
I am a
dried up river
That
refused to merge with sea of your world
Leaving
behind innumerable smooth rocks
Sitting
on which you brood about
How to
run your godless world
I am the
forgotten figment of your demented memory
And if
you ever try to pretend to know me
Remember
I’ll only
smile back
Remember
that smile
If you will!
painful, true.. brilliance
ReplyDeleteawesome..but want to know is there any inspiration for these thoughts?
Munaza
this is great stuff.. cant stop writing again for this and cant stop thinking can a Man actually be empathetic with the truth of the identity of a woman..its unbelievable but it has happened...amazing 7stars Hatsoff!
ReplyDelete"You never call me by my name
You who claim to love me
Call me mother
Sister
Beloved
Mistress
But you never call me by my name
I am an unheeded garden
A cactus uncared on the way of you caravan"
true in every sense..man this is too good..my words are too poor to express it.....
Munaza
Munaza, I can only say each and every women in my life, starting from my mother (btw whose name is Tasleema, to be politically and ethically correct) have loved me so much that they opened up a space within me where I am not ashamed of being a woman myself for a while. I believe we all can, and should, try to experience the other side of creation. I don't know if I could do justice to what I felt in those blessed moments, but I think God blessed me more than I deserve.
ReplyDeleteI am really honored, being a man, to get such kind and generous compliment from you. Makes my heart feel warmer like my mother's lap. Thanks once again for your appreciation.
Muzammil Karim
I appreciate your honesty
ReplyDeletebut my words are not just compliments but appraisal, ur writing made me feel very familiar(being a woman) so felt like unbelievable for sometime!
keep the words flowing and will cherish reading much more from you...
Munazah
Thanks Munaza!!!
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