Valentines in Riyadhbygreenmountaineer©
She looked away when Yousef rose to say
his As-Salaam-Alaykums on the bus
to three distinguished muftis. "Bus is full
of black chadors and chaperones," she hissed.
Her cousin poked her back and whispered she
would rather joke about the lingerie
her uncle Ibrahim had smuggled in
for "what's her name, you know, the second one."
But Mauna's lost in thought. "When Yousef's done
perhaps my veil should fail," she thought, "he'd see
my full red lips, or if I had an itch,
I'd lift my hem to scratch my polished toes"
she did not acetone when after prayers
she fell asleep and dreamt she had no hair.
It's The Cupido, Stupido, Challenge, Feb. 2012, edited version