Not the time for water

Pour water on her, perhaps life will pour down on her again since I left, I did not smile, I did not apply kohl, nor laugh, no sign of life. You are the spirit of light in your eyes, everyone envies you for it, all the slaughtered. How can the clouds cover you while you are the moon? How can sadness dwell in the face of your beautiful little girl? A delicate girl, and her cheeks softer than caramelized sweets. A hand harsher than stone slaps her, steals her earrings, and her hand hangs. He does not agree to leave her, pulls her as if he is tearing the soft part of the cake, cut her ear. She screamed, and the sun on her father's face is angry.