@circuitdebris 2018 SONGS OUR GRANDMOTHERS SANG! . . #muslim #refugee #lives #worldwide #never #assimilate #dance #nyc #worldwide #culture #grinnellcollege #residency . . Last night, returning from the warm hamam I passed by the garden of the old Imam And lo, in the garden, in the shade of a jasmine, There with a pitcher in her hand stood Emina. What beauty! By iman I could swear, She would not be ashamed if she were at the sultans And the way she walks and her shoulders move… — Not even an Imams amulet could help me! I offered her salaam, but by my dÄ«n, Beautiful Emina would not even hear it. Instead, scooping water in her silver pitcher, Around the garden she went to water the roses. A wind blew from the branches down her lovely shoulders Unraveling those thick braids of hers. Her hair gave off a scent of blue hyacinths, Making me giddy and confused! I nearly stumbled, I swear by my faith, But beautiful Emina did not come to me. She only gave me a frowning look, Not caring, the naughty one, that I am crazy for her!