nadia abduljabbar

(25/5/1957 / Makkah)

Today I got a Maid


Today I got a maid:

I always laugh at my
Luck;
With husbands, drivers
And maids;
I even sometimes challenge time
And say in one
Day...please God
Give me a good spouse, driver,
And maid,
Just joking out of despair.

But today I got a young maid,
Innocent Ethopian,
Who is seventeen year old.

who was amnazed that
I eat with her in the same
Table,
I danced with her;
That a do not believe in classes
That I can be a true mother
To her.

Crying she said I was praying
All day,
To have such a thing
I was very tired,
And I saw it in your face,
Happily I said to myself
May be the label
On my head
Change at least with MAIDS.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 15, 2014

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