FROM THE COEXISTENCE SERIES: W/O MAN

Please be advised that this event with whom I am talking with is not a true event

What started out as a girl’s night out turned into a pitied cheers for as to how our dialog had disintegrated to this suggestive statement.  Spanning over time, transforming into every space and jumping over hurdles, this is statement is one hardheaded one that has inevitably reached us and our time.

Speaking of time, we just sat there looking at each other as if there was no time in existence but only to say this: “ You, WOMAN, W slash O , with out man. “ I, and she ”You! WOMAN, W slash O with out man!”  And we “how? ..but why?”

Well, might “I” suggest a story as to how that happened if you could recall? “Keep going..” she says.

When your legs were spread far apart from east to west enveloping the world in motherhood and it crawled out full of light to the world, what did you do the first time it decided not to nibble at your chest but to savage at them really hard in protest and disrespect to you?  Well, what I remember is that you then held in the pain, and laughed.

And now he is thirty something years old still pulling and nibbling at your chest and not only disrespecting you but also savaging at the world. He wears his grown man diaper that you and only you of course change only when there’s a really bad complaint.  I know, I get it.  His father couldn’t do any wrong, so he can’t do any wrong. They are the center of your world.

….. Didn’t we invent this? Didn’t we invent “that”?  Woman without man, as if to say we are missing something. Like we are missing ourselves entirely because weren’t we created from the rib of the man? And some might say  “well that just means we don’t need the man!”  Yea  like 1960’s/70’s American feminism. Hmm maybe we should think some parts of that over again. Like, I could wear a short skirt that shows exactly what my mom taught and gave to me because I feel liberated, but is that what it really means?

I was once walking home from work leaving the L train, underground when this hipster man pulled up from behind me with his hipster girlfriend/wife or whatever. He stared me down in disgust and then looks at his girlfriend and flicks her hair in passionate sarcasm. I guess in response to my hijab.

Because I wasn’t showing what she was showing. As if to say I had none.  However, the only thing I didn’t have was a free of cost sign that read ‘come and lick me.”

Dear woman, the only difference between a wrapped candy bar and an open one is that he has to put some work into opening the warped one or even purchase it before. And believe me all the candies will get eaten anyway.

In Islamic narrations about how Adam met Hawa (Eve), they say Adam was first lonely and longed for company. Allah then, gave him a gift of Hawa (Eve) to ease his loneliness and to give him tranquility. This certain point was brought up by a famous Imam as he says “Do we men treat women as gifts?” “ Do you women treat yourselves and each other in that high regard?’

And we are now all at a certain age and there’s nothing wrong with that.  There is nothing wrong with being this age and not being in a relationship. 2/1-ratio woman to man in the world and it’s a problem. When 2/1 should be a celebration for the gift that the world has. Of how much we can come together to help each other and to give to the world. But 2/1 in New York…is no good.

And today is sales day too, I’m sure. He’s asking me for the same price you gave him and I must be crazy for how high I go because SPOILERS, he’s already seen THAT.  And the market is so easy he could even purchase one full price and get the second one half off.

Hey have you seen current events?  The successful man says to the news reporter “ I love my woman! Indeed behind every successful man is a strong woman. “ but hey, maybe you can say this with me. We all know the saying is true behind every successful man is a woman but in front of him in distance might be a successful mistress.

How about we play the numbers game?  Of “ guess who’s in the dark when the lights shut off “… Is she 20, 18, 15?  Errrrrr! Wrong! She is 10, no she is 4.. DING! DING! DING!

You see, because my cause is your cause and my affect is your affect. And this is not just another deep end speech. This is current events.  But how many times have you opened up the news paper and actually cried out then go right back to taking another selfie? But then how many selfies would it take to see us, all of us in it?

“ In  the name of Allah most gracious, most merciful, SAY: HE is Allah, the one and only, Allah, the eternal, absolute, He begetteth not , nor is he begotton, and there is none like unto him.”  And therefor if this point is missed SubahanAllah…. Then we can start right where we left off with a pitied “cheers” of why we can be spelled W/O  without man.

To him, the man, we are all the same. Sorry I know, it hurts. He might of told you something else. But we are aren’t we? And if we are then why are we not…together?

I know its not entirely us to blame and I know individuality is a God naming game these days. That’s great because I like your style. Can I borrow your clothes? And this might sound sick but can I borrow your rib? You know that infamous one?  Because we may all look different on the outside but we are all the same on the inside.

Monday Tuesday dresses. Wednesday Thursday shorts, but then the next day or the next day can be very cold and the only thing avail will be none but a white blanket between you and the earth. So can I borrow that too? Or that closet with only one outfit.

I can almost swear the incivility! Between us when it comes down to “Him!” We will never win. APART WE WILL NEVER WIN. WE ARE NOT STRONG,  just without man.

WOMAN please do not dare write another love letter to him until his love letter is for me. Until you’ve given me my price back. When I can feel the warmth of your tears that you dedicated to him but instead dedicate to truth.

He is your son and he is my brother. So you may be my mother and I your daughter. And today both he and I are doing the dishes in the house and taking out the trash together.

WOMAN please do not write another “woman empowering poem” until you’ve read this one and or understand how we became woman without man.

“ In  the name of Allah most gracious, most merciful, SAY: HE is Allah, the one and only, Allah, the eternal, absolute, He begetteth not , nor is he begotton, and there is none like onto him.”  And therefor if this point is missed SubahanAllah…. Then we can start right where we left off with a pitied “cheers” of why we can be spelled W/O  without man.