Beba Elsheikh
So here she is sitting on her bed
Wearing a cream, Victorian wedding dress
Her hairstyle is partly undone
With pearl pins still holding the bun
Her hand on her chest, feeling her pearls
Fantasizing about the time she would twirl
To share a dance in front of hundreds of people
When he would reveal that she was his equal
To live a happily ever after
To fill a home with love and laughter
But where is he now and why did he leave
Why did he meet her and make her believe
That they could be together for life
He would do anything to make her his wife
A black tear blemishes while running down her face
Then several more follow also leaving a trace
She looks awful but wont move an ounce
While staring at the clock she continues to count
How long has it been and when will it end
How long will it take for this heart to mend
Frustrated she grabs the hairbrush nearby
Then throws it at the chandelier up high
A sudden smash and a million glass pieces fall on the bed
A beautiful glitter formation yet an unfortunate cut in the head
A trickle of blood down her face
Like the tears, marking its place
She finally discovers it was not his error
When her mother decided to give her the letter
She ripped it open and read away
The reason he couldn’t make it on the wedding day
Dear miss try to plant another seed
Because today your husband died as Shaheed (Martyr)
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Beba Elsheikh
Surrey, United Kingdom
