With my husband engaged in fighting,
I must perforce cover my face
a sort of repression seeping into my life
contaminating my existence, a vicious putrefaction
State secularism a notion of yore
our Syria under the rule of extremists
without a male relative I must endure
a future so bleak under house arrest ad infinitum
In today’s world of putative justice,
females always remain shortchanged
where rape and sexual abuse will always thrive
the crowning with thorns I strongly endure and suffer
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