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My Hijab


I dwelled in wilderness

I swam in a dark sea

I treaded with a blindfold

And got entangled

But I found a rescuer

That gave me dignity

It shielded me from harassment

It protected me from assault

It gave me pride and modesty

I reclaimed my honour

It earned me integrity

And placed me in a class

Only the faithful appreciate belonging

A rare garment

A unique one at that

My Hijab my pride!

They say am old fashioned

They call me a Ninja

They say am uncivilized

They go this is barbaric

I can’t imagine myself in that thing

But I smile with assurance

For that thing is my insurance

And am glad to include it in my dress code

I shun condemnation

And rebuff rebuke

I remain undaunted

I walk with so much conviction

With no iota of doubt

Cos am on the right course

My Hijab my companion

My Hijab, my pride!

 

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Lift the Veil


Lift The Veil

Lift the Veil ! They say, “Oh poor girl you’re so beautiful you know ! It’s a shame that you, cover-up your beauty so ! ” She just smiles so graciously, responds reassuringly: “This beauty that I have is just a simple part of me.

This body that I have, no stranger has a right to see. These long clothes and shawl I wear, ensure my modesty, Faith is more essential than fashion, Wouldn’t you agree ?

” This hijab – This mark of piety ! Is an act of faith, the symbol, for all the world to see ! A simple cloth, to preserve her dignity !

So lift the veil from your heart, to see the heart of purity ! They tell her girl: “Don’t you know this is the west and you are free ! You don’t need to be oppressed, ashamed of your femininity !

” She just shakes her head and she speaks so assuredly: “See the billboards and the magazines, the lines in the checkout aisles; with their phoney painted faces, and their engrossed smiles.

With their sheer clothes and low-cut gowns they are really not for me ! You call it freedom – And I call it anarchy ! ”

And This hijab – This mark of piety Is an act of faith, the symbol, for all the world to see !

A simple cloth, to preserve her dignity ! So lift the veil from your heart, to see the heart of purity !

A simple cloth, to preserve her dignity ! So lift the veil from your heart, to see the heart of purity ! So lift the veil from your heart and seek the heart of purity !

Says who?


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Says who?

Brother, You cant grow a beard
You’ll be mocked at and jeered
You’ll be looked at as weird
You’ll be avoided and feared

Says who?

Sister, you cant wear that veil
You’ll look like a whale
Subjugated to the male
In society you will fail

Says who?

Brother, go and talk to her
She has so much to offer
How else will you find a partner?
Quick! Get her number!

Says who?

Sister, keep your gaze high
No need to be shy
You gotta find the perfect guy
With whom your heart will lie

Says who?

Brother, You don’t have to pray
The Masjid is too far away
It’s for the old guys anyway
You’ll get there one day

Says who?

Sister, ignore the azaan
Your favourite program is on
So many prayers have already gone
Just forget it and carry on

Says who?

To enter hell he will be the first
Of creation he is the worst
To lead man astray is his thirst
He is shaitaan the cursed

That’s who.

To A Non-Muslim Woman


When you look at me
All that you can see
is the scarf that covers my hair
My words you can’t hear
because you’re too full of fear,
mouth gaping, all you do is stare

You think it’s not my choice
in your own “liberation” rejoice.
You think I’m uneducated,
trapped, oppressed and subjugated,
You’re so thankful that you’re free.

But non-Muslim woman you’ve got it wrong
You’re the weak and I’m the strong.
For I’ve rejected the trap of man.
Fancy clothes – low neck, short skirt
those are devices for pain and hurt.
I’m not falling for that little plan.

I’m a person with ideas and thought.
I’m not for sale, I can’t be bought.
I’m me – not a fancy toy,
I won’t decorate anyone’s arm,
nor be promoted for my charm.
There is more to be than playing coy.

Living life as a balancing game – mother,
daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover
and still bring home a wage.
Who thought up this modern “freedom”?
Where man can love’em and man can leave’em.
This is not free, but life in a cage.
Always jumping to a male agenda
competing on his terms.
No job share, no creche facilities,
no feeding and nappy changing amenities
No time off for menstrual pain,
“hormones” they laugh “what a shame”
No equal pay equal skill
your job they can always fill.
No promotion unless you’re sterilised.
No promotion unless you’re sexually terrorised.
And this is liberation?

Non-Muslim woman you can have your life.
Mine – it has less strife.
I cover and I get respected,
surely that’s to be expected,
for I won’t demean the feminine,
I won’t live to male criterion,
I dance to my own tune
and I hope you see this very soon.
For your own sake – wake up and use your sight.
Are you so sure that you are right?

From a Muslim Woman

 

OBJECT OF DESPAIR


 
Emma is a lawyer
And so is Aisha too
Colleagues going into court
At circa half past two

Its 1 O’Clock right now
Aisha prays before the trial
They grab a bite and chat about this and that
Conversing with a smile

Aisha is in full hijab
With a loose all over suit
Emma’s in her business wear
With accessories taboot

Emma’s really quite bemused
At Aisha’s godly ways
She looks Aisha in the eyes
And very firmly says

You’re a smart girl Aisha
Why do you wear that across your hair?
Subjugated by “man”-kind
An object of despair

Take it off my sister
Let your banner be unfurled
Don’t blindly follow all around
DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD

Aisha is amazed
But not the least bit shy
She bravely puts her milkshake down
And gives Emma the reply

My dear sister Emma,
Why do you dress the way you do?
The skirt you’re wearing round your waist,
Is it really you?

Now that we’ve sat down
I see you tug it across your thighs,
Do you feel ashamed?
Aware of prying eyes?

I see the way you’re sitting,
Both legs joined at the knees,
Who forces you to sit like that?
Do you feel at ease?

I’ll tell you who obliges you,
To dress the way you do,
Gucci, Klein, and St. Laurent
All have designs on you!

In the main, its men my friend,
Who dictate the whims of fashion,
Generating all the garb,
To incite the basest passion

“Sex Sells” there is no doubt
But who buys with such great haste,
The answer is likes like you,
Because they want to be embraced…

They want to be accepted,
On a level playing field
Sure, with brain and intellect
But with body parts revealed

Intelligence and reason
Are useful by and by
But if you want to make a mark
Stay appealing to the eye

You claim your skirt is office-like
A business dress of sorts
Would we not laugh at Mike?
If he turned up in shorts?

His could be the poshest of pants
Pinstripe from Saville Rowe
But walking round like that my friend
He’d really have to go

Why do you douse yourself in creams
To make your skin so milky?
Why do you rip off all your hair
To keep your body silky?

A simple shower’s all you need
To stay respectable and clean
The time and money that you spend
Is really quite obscene

Why do you wake up at dawn,
To apply a firm foundation,
Topped with make up and the like,
In one chaotic combination?

And if you should have to leave the house
Devoid of this routine
Why do you feel insecure
That you should not be seen?

Be free my sister Emma
Escape from your deep mire
Don hijab today my friend
And all Islam’s attire

Avoid all those sickly stares
Or whistles from afar
Walk down the street with dignity
Take pride in who you are

Strength lies in anonymity
Be a shadow in the crowd
Until you speak and interact
When your voice will carry loud

You’re a smart girl Emma
Wear this across your hair
Don’t be subjugated by “man”-kind
An object of despair

To use your very words my friend
Let your banner be unfurled
Don’t blindly follow all around
DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD

 
 

Who I Am ! (An Excellent poem about the Muslim Woman)


What do you see
when you look at me
Do you see someone limited,
or someone free

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All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can’t see my hair

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Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated

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They are so thankful that they are not me
Because they would like to remain ‘free’

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Well free isn’t exactly the word I would’ve used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused

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They think that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn’t my choice

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They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad are totally outraged

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All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear

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Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the one up above

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On the day of judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules

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Maybe the guys won’t think I am a cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty

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See I have declined from being a guy’s toy
Because I won’t let myself be controlled by a boy

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Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren’t busy looking at my behind

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Hooded girls are the ones really helping the muslim cause
The role that we play definitely deserves applause

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I will be recognized because I am smart and bright
And because some people are inspired by my sight

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The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility
In the back of their mind they wish they were me

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We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight

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You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt

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So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated

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We are the ones that are free and pure
We’re free of STD’s that have no cure

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So when people ask you how you feel about the hood
Just sum it up by saying ‘baby its all good’ 😉

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