
I will live happily in the bosom of marriage
In it I seek refuge, help and rest
And I live in those gardens and ascend
Until I taste the sweetest and most abundant
In those gardens the heart is reassured
This life, if it is disturbed, will disappear
And the heart is safe in it and does not tremble
And from it its fragrance emanates
My husband is only fit for my cooking, which I have mastered
And in it is the skill of night and morning
And I offer him the most delicious food he has not tasted
Single and with it I succeed
My husband, if I cook, I do not hate what
she cooks, and her cooking revives the souls
Can the soul live without
cooking and possess its key through visions?!
And I see that divorce is permissible for someone who has not mastered
cooking and is not able to do it
For cooking is the pinnacle of companionship between spouses, so will they
reach it if they lose their wings in it?
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.



Comments (1)
A playful and heartfelt tribute to love, companionship, and the art of cooking—where flavors and emotions intertwine beautifully! 🥘❤️