Forgotten ...
Do you remember Yasmina and Sinbad? I am her sister who never returned to her true self. Luck was not on my side, for I was then fighting jinn and ghosts.
No one even gave me a name, so I became nameless. My gaze is human, and my soul soars.
How many travelers I pursued in the desert of Baghdad, hoping they would rescue me, but I could not speak for them to hear me; to them, I was merely prey they wished to devour for dinner.
Life is short, so I won't tire myself with wishing. Not all beautiful women are "Yasmina," some are forgotten by time, and their lives are shorter than they deserve.