Arabiyah #4

Here are my dreams. I rested them in the palm of his hands. And I pray he honors them.

I learned to speak softly, and to tread lightly around him.

To rest my dreams in his hands is a fact of nature, a component that cannot be questioned, or omitted from the cosmic order of things.

My ancestors, they have all done it. They stooped their shoulders, lowered their heads, and they put their dreams in the palm of their hands.

 So who am I to challenge this natural order? Who am I to put my dreams in my own hands?

Here lie the dreams of a woman.