The other day Sarah argued,
about the fact that,
the Purdah is oppressive,
degenerate, and suffocating.
She drew up facts to,
support her very valid argument.
There were over a hundred researchers,
who supplied the coal to her massive ship.
With so much coal, the ship sailed,
across the seas without much hindrance.
Except, across the horizon,
many nights later,
there sailed another ship,
What was one to do?
Cross it of course.
But curiosity is human nature,
and so Sarah sailed towards the ship,
and when their shadows,
merged in the same waters,
Sarah stared down at the veiled women,
and witnessed their reflections inter merge.
For a counter argument they presented.
Backed with equal substance,
Their ship sailed on burning coal,
and valid faith structures.
For they are the silenced,
yet we can never speak for them.
Their stories are their own to tell.
Their structures are their own to build,
and to destroy.
It boils down to this,
a coin has two sides,
yet it is a coin,
and its value cannot exist,
without both sides.
Accept a coin,
flip it,
and you might just….
you might just…
hahahaha….
you will…
still be part of a coin.
But in that toss,
there is no order.
Only chaos,
or mabye luck! 🙂