SABIHA

Give me a cigarette, my mother died
She died this morning around five I suppose
Allah Allah, my dear, whatís the big surprise
I told you, thatís all, my mother died

Donít look at me like that, youíll make me laugh
If we had a mirror, youíd see how dumb you look
Just my touch would make you too laugh
Why donít you give up playing it by the book

This past year she didnít even play the violin
As her wrinkles multiplied, she grew angry
Blaming dad, as if they were his fault
And she kept on saying, no one understands me

If you want, letís go to the movies or something
Thereís a Nadia film playing at the Tayyareh
My younger brother cried a lot yesterday evening
Really, whatís up with Sabiha anyway?