(to my sister, Fowsia) "I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be--let it end." -Lord Byron. Let there be no pretense to sadness, or mourning in vain Over this my humble grave---my long-lost home where at last I return To---where all content lived before ambition drove us all insane, For it's been this grave I deeply yearn: I'll care little to cherish, if I could, beyond this my very grave, So much of loss and sorrow has been my lot, the pain undue, And this world, to me, has been too cold to care, with nothing ultimately to save; From the wealthy trouble undue, from the tender-hearted love untrue: I've seen 'the wise' gather and rule perforce For a tyrant-prince---a dishonest man without clue or conscience Stubbornly pursue to kill his own wife, even after divorce; Insisting it's of a high 'state need'--so atrocious; No, I'm glad to be home, dear sister, to my sweet nature: Glad, glad to awaken at last, glad that an unkind world leaves me to my dream; Done, done away with fast-fading, foredoomed pretense to love and adventure; Glad to awaken from childish nightmare, again to be a real Hakim. -by Hakim H. Kassim. (March 03, 2025 /Jigjiga) NOTE: starting with the 9th-line ("I've seen the wise) till the 12th-line ("Insisting it's of. . .atrocous") addresses the love and marriage which Princess Di