A Letter From A Stupid Woman

(A Letter to a Man) (1) My dear Master, This is a letter from a stupid woman Has a stupid woman before me, written to you? My name? Lets put names aside Rania, or Zaynab or Hind or Hayfa The silliest thing we carry, my Master, are names (2) My Master: I am frightened to tell you my thoughts I am frightened, if I did, that the heavens would burn For your East, my dear Master, confiscate blue letters confiscate dreams from the treasure chests of women Practices suppression, upon the emotions of women It uses knives... and cleavers... to speak to women and butchers spring and passions and black plaits And your East, dear Master, Manufactures the delicate crown of the East from the skulls of women (3) Don't criticize me, Master If my writing is poor For I write and the sword is behind my door And beyond the room is the sound of wind and howling dogs My master! 'Antar al Abys is behind my door! He will butcher me If he saw my letter He will cut my head off If I spoke of my torture He will cut my head off If he saw the sheerness of my clothes For your East, my dear Master, Surrounds women with spears And your East, my dear Master elects the men to become Prophets, and buries the women in the dust. (4) Don't become annoyed! My dear Master, from these lines Don't become annoyed! If I smash the complaints blocked for centuries If I unsealed my consciousness If I ran away... From the domes of the Harem in the castles If I rebelled, against my death... against my grave, against my roots... and the giant slaughter house.... Don't become annoyed, my dear Master, If I revealed to you my feelings For the Eastern man Is not concerned with poetry or feelings The Eastern man, and forgive my insolence, does not understand women but over the sheets. (5) I am sorry my master -If I have insolently attacked the kingdom of Men for the great literature of course is the literature of men And love has always been the allotment of men... And sex has always been a drug sold to men A senile fairytale, the freedom of women in our countries For there is no freedom Other than, the freedom of men... My Master Say all you wish of me. It does not matter to me: Shallow... Stupid... Crazy... Simple minded. It does not concern me anymore.. For whoever writes about her concerns... in the logic of Men is called a stupid woman and didn't I tell you in the beginning that I am a stupid woman?