Viola’s love story

That’s why I wear the mask

As I uttered the prayer

Ewat Ewat Ewat meel Jacel egay

I am only a fraction of the lover I use to be

A forgotten history

And as vacant as the empty chair in my palace of love

You have caused my weeds (weakness) to overgrow and take over the luscious garden that

overflowed with what I thought was love

But it wasn’t

And as I looked around I saw just how identical to real thing it was

And that is when

I went in search of love,

taking pieces from every land until I became so full

Ewat Ewat meel jecke egay

Allah said I have entrusted you with this vessel of a body

A temple,

At which you have to wash yourself before entering,

Why did I ever let your filthy heart taunt my purity (make it more imaginary)

When did my Taj Mahal

Become nothing more than a

Tourist attraction at the museum

Every wandering eye mesmerized

At the beauty that once was

And it was then that I realized

Hatebe at is jaclin wiliga mahesit.

Isn’t it crazy

That when I started smiling in the mirror

It reflected in the people around me

So imagine what happened when I started loving more