O Sultan, My Master, If

There Is Who Loves You Quietly, And Respects You Quietly, And Wishes You Privately, And Walks Away When He Sees You Busy With Someone Other Than Him, And His Ego Restrains Him From Getting Near You, And Contents Himself With The Love For The Sake Of Love

Your Love Taught Me To Grieve And I Have Been Needing, For Centuries A Woman To Make Me Grieve For A Woman, To Cry Upon Her Arms Like A Sparrow For A Woman To Gather My Pieces Like Shards Of Broken Crystal

We Praise Like Frogs, Swear Like Frogs, Turn Midgets Into Heroes, And Heroes Into Scum: We Never Stop And Think.

My Master... Say All You Wish Of Me. It Does Not Matter To Me:shallow.. Stupid.. Crazy.. Simple Minded. It Does Not Concern Me Anymore. For Whoever Writes About Her Concerns. In The Logic Of Men Is Called A Stupid Woman. And Didn't I Tell You In The Beginning That I Am A Stupid Woman?

Arab Children, Corn Ears Of The Future, You Will Break Our Chains, Kill The Opium In Our Heads, Kill The Illusions. Arab Children, Don't Read About Our Suffocated Generation, We Are A Hopeless Case. We Are As Worthless As A Water-melon Rind. Dont Read About Us, Dont Ape Us, Dont Accept Us, Dont Accept Our Ideas, We Are A Nation Of Crooks And Jugglers. Arab Children, Spring Rain, Corn Ears Of The Future, You Are The Generation That Will Overcome Defeat.