As Majdi roams through a thorny wood, Scratching his legs, that one shall severe he bleeds, And at that sight shall sad mother, Samiha weep, again & again. So work manly the blood & tears & drawn for mother again for the third time around. ( 1st sister, then your brother, & now U (Majdi) ).
Thou art a lord, & nothing but a lord. Thou hast a lady name Tina far more beautiful, Than any woman in the Universe.
And till the tears of joy that she hath shed for thee
Like envious floods o'errum her lovely face, She was the fairest creature in the world;
And yet she is inferior to none.
Ay & the time seems 30 unto me,
Being all this time abandoned from your bed,
And nearly beaten me to death, Knowing I was carrying your child, Tis much - you didn't care for
thee.
Tis much - My slave, leave me & Kareem alone. For we need joy, not brutality in our lives. Pardon me yet for being harsh, bt change is good for the better. That I should be absent from your bed, Therefore, I shall hope this reason stands for my excuse.
Seeing too much sadness hath congealed my blood,
It's a kind of history; our marriage is.
I have been through HELL & back for you, not just me - bt Kareem as well. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
