Monday, 17 September 2012


Shaking hands break under
The pressure of social norm
I am fast paced thinking gone wrong
My regret is such
That I hope it lasts because this
Skin is agitated, contaminated
Awaiting the silence after the storm
So the icky words pour, witness
To it all , every nerve knew
A crime of such gore
Tongue speak up in advance
Make your voice heard before
The piercing of the head
Between life and never death
Mistakes come easily in the heat
Of flames that greet
You at the door
But this Hijaabi shan't shake
The hands abhorred

"It is better for you to be stabbed in the head with an iron needle than to touch the hand of a woman who is not permissible to you."
Sahih Al Jaami'

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