One of the least expected thing (even to myself) that I unconsciously like to do is writing a poem. However, I realised that the poetic mood only came once a while, rarely I should say. Well, I don't really know how to explain it. I had written a few poems in my lifetime based on events and what really affected me at certain time. Well, actually I only wrote a handful pieces of poem in a very long span of time.
This piece of poem had been written about 10 years ago, specially dedicated to my beloved wife and daughters, and the Muslim women in general.
O Woman!
You are like a princess
Holding the highest place in the hearts of common folks
Be thankful that Allah raises your stature above others
You were raised as dignified royal families
But how could you become unfamiliar with the royal ethics?
Unheard of the Royal Decree?
O Princess!
Your royal stature demands you to be in isolation
Surrounds by maids and guards.
"The Princess is not to leave the palace as she please"
Understand the reason behind the decree
It distinguishes a princess from a commoner
O Wife!
You are like a rare precious stone
So rare and precious that you are locked in a safe behind the wall
O Wife!
It is not a place for the precious stone to be outside among the garden stones
It is not a place for the precious stone to be outside among the garden stones
Or else it will be kicked and stepped on just like the common garden stones
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