Guarded by fire in passion's flame,
Arman's silence and Liana's name.
Two friends since birth, a secret script,
Unrequited love in shadow's crypt.
Then came Safiya, born of a storm,
Her hijab a crown, her eyes a knife.
Bound to Arman by decree, not choice,
She was caged as his legal wife.
Her heart grew thorns in an iron cage,
He knew nothing, but kept it going.
Neither of them liked their company,
Yet they were forced, endlessly enduring.
Liana was modern, like a restless tide,
Longing to stand by Arman's side.
They were close, intimate in a way,
Yet they knew they could not stay.
In Safiya's eyes, it all felt wrong,
She grew jealous of Liana's song.
Three souls adrift in a house of smoke,
Mirrors fractured, hearts awoke.