A Thousand Splendid Suns Part 3
Jalil's house was not kind
His wives hostile
They did not want me there
I knew I was not welcome
But I didn't want to be there either
They were not family.
Soon they sat me down
The three wives and a cowering Jalil.
I was to be married to a man
Thirty years my senior.
As we left on the bus Jalil tried to say goodbye
I didn't listen, he had given me away
Far far away.
Copyright © Jacque Graham | Year Posted 2011
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