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Unclean (Free verse) by Dovina It mattered not what Mohammed taughtâ
the works, the prayers, the pillars.
Her thoughts were not concerned with these
as sisters dressed her wounds
and tried as best they could
to soothe her troubled mind.
Neither threat of virus
nor fetusâ curse
frightened a hurt soul more
than one all-important fear.
Not humiliation or disgrace,
pain, or memory of his face;
and so she asked with trepidation:
Will it show? Will my husband know?
All the sisters understood,
and would have feared the same
had they been lying on that bed.
So as night turned into morning
she withheld her screams of pain,
while women mended, bandaged wounds,
and added other cuts and bruises
to disguise as best they could
injury as a robbers act,
to spare their friend a greater painâ
a husbandâs eye, keen to learn
if his wifeâs become unclean,
and if she is,
to cast her out for Allahâs good.
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