Light Upon Light

Zina

Why do you race towards defilement and disgrace?

Honoured humiliation is such a bitter taste

Sacrilegious liberation forces you to strip down

Because they told you, you aren't free until you've slept around

So you discard your noble hijab and cast off your crown

So unworthy eyes can fantasise, while your honour and dignity shrivels on the ground

They whispered sweet nothings and stole what cannot he retrieved

Thus a lofty regret is conceived

Can what is fleeting surpass that which is eternal?

Is temporary pleasure worth residency in the infernal?