
Mubāhala *
To the one who shrinks his love
to “Blessed Friday.”
For you, I say:
Come — let our hearts weep as one.
My letters—bowing and prostrating long at the altar of your silence — and yours.
My excuses — stitched in secret just to glimpse you — and yours.
The ache of my days
and yours.
My fear, raised by your own hand
and yours.
Then let us swear together,
and lay the soul’s burning
upon whoever betrays.
- Mubahala: “Mutual cursing; a ritual in which each opposing party says ‘the curse of Allah may be upon the ones of us who are wrongdoers.’”
(Taken from: https://rekhtadictionary.com/meaning-of-mubaahala?utm_source=chatgpt.com)
Thank you so much for purchasing my poem and thank you to Mr. Hussein Nasser Jabr
For this wonderful translation.
I am pleased it has got published. It’s a beautiful poem indeed
Your poetry is inspiring dear Faleeha