Maya:: They have accused me of being a witch, a malicious hunter,

Who turns away the eyes of men from their own wives

They tell me you and I are to blame, me for marrying a 

harami they say. 

And you for not

Keeping me in line  they say

What should I do, my dear one?

They tell me they will burn me to the ground but such fools,

To think I would not curse them 

When they step on the very ground whose ashes lie breathing, waiting

For the tempest to rise

With the poetry of your tongue.

Khalil:: They're gonna take me away to the place

Where men go to die when they've

Done treacherous deeds such as

Seduced pretty girl from far away lands

Do you not find your own

Pretty

Beautiful

Seductive

Mesmerising

They ask questions

But my mouth wants to keep the taste of your words and

Your food

It is the only thing that makes me smile a sad one

As they bring the blade upon my head.

harami: illegitimate child, a negative connotation used in Afghan language

THE END

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Hey everyone, this poetry book is officially over! Maya and Khalil die almost on the same day. At first I thought I should probably give in poems where they warn each other but both of them face abrupt circumstances, hence the sudden ending. 

Witch hunting and burning is a common practice in many parts of the world and it is shame to say it is common in India too. Women who are alone or widows are mostly targeted for unknown illnesses, anything unusual happening in an area. These mostly happen in rural areas or areas where rituals are given a lot of importance but that isn't to say it doesn't happen elsewhere. Some of the women who are branded as witches are required to eat their own faeces or drink animal blood or urine. Some have to prove they are innocent by drinking potions that are already poisonous. It is shocking and a  shame that these barbaric acts happen even today. 

Thank you all for reading this and supporting this book so far and have a good day