Arabiyah #3

            I dream of killing him… Every night, I dream of wrapping my feminine hands around his throat and watching him as he takes his last breath. This time, he’ll be under my control—

But they’ve forgiven him, and they allowed him to live. I, on the other hand, died a long time ago. People no longer say my name. I have become an insult, a tragedy, a taboo.

Sometimes I wish I were like the terrible Gods of civilizations past. I would choose to be Zeus, and put this thunderbolt to some good use…or maybe I could be like the Sphynx, and I could yell:

“I am the Great Sphynx!

Half lion, half human,

Half Bird—

I am power personified

I am the King of Kings

I am the Great Sphynx!

If man to ashes fall,

I from ashes rise.”