born of the mother of Cain
and Abel—their sister,
Different between her thighs
and in her breasts, different
inside, in her uterus.
And the worth of all the differences?
One fattened, sacrificial lamb:
Iqleema stands on a blazing hill.
She's a prisoner in her body.
The sun burns her into the rock.
above the long thighs and the rounded breasts,
above the labyrinth of the uterus,
Iqleema also has a head.
Allah, speak to Iqleema,
for once ask her something.
–Urdu; trans. C.M. Naim
Fehmida Riyaz, Urdu, trans. C.M. Naim.