SABIHA

Give me a cigarette, my mother died
She died this morning around five I suppose
Allah Allah, my dear, what’s the big surprise
I told you, that’s all, my mother died

Don’t look at me like that, you’ll make me laugh
If we had a mirror, you’d see how dumb you look
Just my touch would make you too laugh
Why don’t you give up playing it by the book

This past year she didn’t even play the violin
As her wrinkles multiplied, she grew angry
Blaming dad, as if they were his fault
And she kept on saying, no one understands me

If you want, let’s go to the movies or something
There’s a Nadia film playing at the Tayyareh
My younger brother cried a lot yesterday evening
Really, what’s up with Sabiha anyway?