Majnun loves his Layla
like a man possessed
his love burns
hearts
glasses and plates
leaving everyone with scars and bruises
I am a spectator to the performance
through the keyhole
I do not see my father
but the almighty marid
that beats Layla
my mother
screams for shelter and the police
begs for mercy and forgiveness
silence descends
over our little home
and before the night is over
she crawls back in again
little beat-up Layla
to her Majnun
