Westernizing Muhamad Al-Abassi

Westernizing Muhamad al-Abassi She spread through our minds In the chaos of Cairo backstreets. And on this day Oh how we loved that girl. and we stopped our red Vespas at the red light for her to cross. We knew who she is, In her tight jean cutoffs, Western Wear designer jeans, designed to change the world. and her near waist yellow T revealing all of the woman she had become. And we knew we would see her again and again and again. But we got her Message and it is Holy. All we could do is watch her She knew. But did she ever know we had our eyes on her. When she reached the curb, she paused, and she threw us a backward, over the shoulder smile. Yes, she knew the revolution was overdue. And suddenly you realized, the virgins in Paradise would have to wait. Frantically, hopefully, willingly, you rejected all of the brainwashing you had been going through for years, and you looked for a trash depositry to drop your back pack in. You did not pull the pin. And praise Allah, I did not have to take you down. Ridden of your monstrously heavy load on your back, you turned, and she was gone. I told you so. Your girls are so beautiful sans an abaya. Suddenly your revolution was ended. By only her smile.