By جميل بثينة Buthaynah exclaimed when she glimpsed,Those hanging strands dyed red “How you’ve grown O Jamil, your youth has fled!”And “Will you not desist O Buthaynah?” I pled Have you forgotten already our time near Liwa?Or those bygone days spent around Dhi Ajfar? Time after time did you not gaze after me,Those nights we… Continue reading