Aisha's Lament
The night before her marriage, a young Muslim bids farewell to her true love.I'll be in bed with him tomorrow, Thinking of you, my love, in deepest sorrow. We agree, I cannot give you what I wish, My hymen; But I can give you this. Give me your hand, sweet Salman, close your eyes. And ope them not for naught. You'll hear some rust...