To My Sister
Sister, rise up after your freedom,why are you quiet?rise up because henceforthyou have to imbibe the blood of tyrannical men.
Seek your rights,
Sister,from those who keep you weak,from those whose myriad tricks and schemeskeep you seated in a corner of the house.
How long will you be the object of
In the harem of men's lust?how long will you bow your proud head at his feetlike a benighted servant?
How long for the sake of a morsel of bread,will you keep becoming an aged haji's temporary wife,seeing second and third rival wives.oppression and cruelty, my sister, for how long?
This angry moan of yoursmust surly become a clamorous must tear apart this heavy bondso that your life might be free.
Rise up and uproot the roots of comfort to your bleeding the sake of your freedom, striveto change the law, rise up.
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