Her hands are pudgy and worn-out.
by Lotte Ahmad
They've neither known manicures nor special loving care.
Hard work is spelled by the calluses on the back of her right hand.
Hard work and little to no rest.
The blue-green veins that outline her transparent fair skin,
cannot be said to add any loveliness to her already plain features.
I never thought I'd find such hands, beautiful.
I always thought oval French tips, baby-soft palms and long nimble fingers
are the definition of beautiful feminine hands.
But as I look at her hands,
and read the untold story they unwittingly tell,
and watch her as she abashedly examines her clean but low-cut nails,
I've finally realised that the beauty of a woman's hands
are not in the evidence of a life without back-breaking work,
but in the story of sacrifice and service
that eyes may hide and deny,
but hands will always profess with pride.