Touray

For my very special husband…

If you were in a shell,

And if you were hiding behind all that is covered,

I’d want to be the one to open the door,

I am so proud of you,

If you were the man sitting on the side of the road,

With nothing more than the shirt on your back,

And a stack of disappointments in your chest,

I’d want to lay my head in your lap,

And place my hand in your shirt,

Remove the your lack,

All that you are,

Smiling, walking , striving, building, growing

I am so proud of you,

You are my Hijab,

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