Long long back ago,
When the light of hope didn't shine the world behind doors,
Women had to live beneath the feet of masculinity,
And bear the touch of lust.

At such a time in history,
Born into a family in poverty,
Was a girl, with fire in her soul,
Fire of courage and truth.

"Her name must define her heart
Let her name be An-Nar,"
Proclaimed her father, the only man maybe,
Who did respect the girl.

But society hated the fire in her,
Which threatened to kill all vicious harps,
She was the bearer of the harp purest,
Singing the song of faith and love.

Soon the day came, her parents died in the hands of the wicked,
She was left in the hands of the priest.
"She has come of age, let her be married,
Married to a man of her tastes."

All laughed at the words of the priest,
For only one man could handle this she-beast,
The one with a fire as eternal as hers,
But the fire which roared with lust.

The marriage was completed, the bride was brought to bed,
Her body to be touched by flames
Sinister flames to burn her sanctity.

"The fire of purity will leave her today!"
Cried the beast, his eyes hungry,
And went in the room,
The room chaining An-Nar.

Alas! She was not there,
She had left for the rebellion,
The window broken, the bedsheets in chaos
She had fled from the clutches of evil.

"But how long? She will be caught
I am coming, An-Nar!"
But An-Nar had gathered the women of the world
Inspiring them with the warmth of her words,
Inspiring them to rebel,
To die before being taken.

But with no weapons or vigour,
She was left with only the strength of the soul,
She promised to come back again,
But in a different form.

She went back to her room.
Smiling, as if she had seen all sorrows,
And knew none could break her any more,
She was free to smile, without any fear.

"An-nar surrendered! Come here, you low-life!" cried the man chosen for her.
She came towards him, but she looked different,
Someone uncanny to this cruel world.
She embraced the man,
He was utterly shocked
"Is this really An-Nar?"
" This is An-Nar, the true core of An-Nar," replied she,
And with the words, flames surrounded her,
And burned her and him.

The magic in her soul,
Enlightened the world,
But to get rid of the beast,
To ashes was she transformed

Ashes the purest one could get.
Ashes which freed all Beasts from vices,
For after seeing the strength of women,
Bowed did all to Nature.

☘️☘️☘️

(An-Nar means 'The fire' in Arabic)

A/N: Victims of abuse( emotional, physical, sexual) often do not find the necessary support in the society. Yet they must not give up hope. Often we must sacrifice ourselves in order to kill the evil. Heard Ekla Cholo Re? :)

Also, this poem can be seen as the fight between the good and dark forces inside us. They fight, burn, turn to ashes. Ashes which cannot be extinguished, killed, defeated. They are eternal.