When I was a kid
Mom combed my hair
and we sang Que sera sera
This was what she always said to me:
"Sharina Sharina what ever will be will be
The future you dont see..
but you are my pretty girl
please let me see..."
and she turned my head around
kissed my forehead and smiled...

When I was a teenager
I combed my hair every night
missing my mom's beautiful hands
as she brushed my hair gently
and softly said good night

When I turned to adulthood
I combed my hair daily still
making sure its healthy and perfect
and put a head scarf and covered it
My religion says beauty is not to reveal
My crowning glory is not a display
In this way I protected my dignity...

When I got married
The night my love uncovered my veil
Thanking me for saving my modesty
This crowning glory, this body and this soul
is made for him in the most sacred way...

Years have passed...
and now I am getting old...
still combing my hair before i turn in to bed...
my love is snoring on the bed
no longer eagerly waits...
and the hair brush is getting too hard
hurts the skin on my head
painfully brushing my crowning glory
in between the thinning curls
look what I've just found
Grey hair... ochh!!!