a woman, five feet of symmetry and grace, a forehead like the sickle moon’s blaze, eyes like the eyes of the doe and the gazelle, brows like the crescent of Shaaban, red anemones for cheeks, a mouth like Solomon’s seal, lips red as native gold, teeth like a line of pearls, a neck like something given to a king, a fountain of a chest, pomegranate breasts, and a navel in whose dimple you could sit a drop of balm, and below was the hint of a rabbit without ears.
