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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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Hijab


You look at me and call me oppressed,

Simply because of the way I’m dressed,

You know me not for what’s inside,

You judge the clothing I wear with pride,

My body’s not for your eyes to hold,

You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold,

I’m an individual, I’m no mans slave,

It’s Allahs pleasure that I only crave,

I have a voice so I will be heard,

For in my heart I carry His word,

” O ye women, wrap close your cloak,

So you won’t be bothered by ignorant folk”,

Man doesn’t tell me to dress this way,

It’s a Law from Allah that I obey,

Oppressed is something I’m truly NOT,

For liberation is what I’ve got,

It was given to me many years ago,

With the right to prosper, the right to grow,

I can climb moutains or cross the seas,

Expand my mind in all degrees,

For Allah Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,

When He sent Islam,

To You and Me!

The Most Beautiful Girl!


No, she’s not Actress nor is she Miss Universe
Not even Dancer or Filmstar, Who is this girl who came out first?

No, she does not flash her legs nor walk down the aisle semi-nude
For her such things are unthinkable, sacrilegious and downright rude

Miss World, Miss Universe, Miss “Anything”, She does not aspire to be
She shuns all kinds of publicity in privacy she would rather be

Never in a swimming costume will she for a camera pose
Yes, she’s the ‘girl in hijaab’ more beautiful than a rose!

Those who’re ‘stripped’ of modesty will ‘strip’ for any cause
Whether on a lonely beach or in front of a full house

In their naked greed they dance In pursuit of earth’s glory
Is there a thing more vulgar than a woman devoid of modesty?

In the name of freedom all moral values are now defined
Vulgarity, nudism, nakedness are steps to fame that wind

Those who are of rotten minds call it freedom of “female” species
Yet, they exploit them a-plenty, whenever and wherever they please.

Incumbent upon the Muslims it was to promote good and stop all vice
If they had done their duty such situations wouldn’t arise

Back to our girl in hijaab much loved in Allah’s sight
She is darling of all the angels Heaven beckons to her, by right

She’s a simple Muslim Girl Yet more beautiful than a full moon
The brightness of her face is all “Noor” can there be a greater boon?

Modesty is her birth right without it, she’d feel lost
“Shamelessness” is a Devil’s tool that she avoids at any cost

No, she does not commit sinful acts nor to base desires give vent
In studies, salah, zikr and tilawat much of her time is spent

In obedience of Allah’s commands she does all the things wise
And the riches that she scorns befits a “Princess of Paradise”

Our beloved Prophet (peace be upon him) said modesty is a part of faith
She believes in nikaah before you date

No, she’s not Actress or a Catwalk model of this temporary world
She is Allah favourite and more beautiful and precious than a pearl.

To you oh Muslim sister…


A pretty smile and innocent eyes; lovely skin with hands the cutest size
 
Rosy cheeks and cherry lips; if she was a waitress, shed be making all the tips
 
So much beauty does she offer; oh never has one seen skin so softer
 
The slimmest waist and yes perfect height; to stare at her all amongst men sure just might
 
Trendy fashions does she make look good; care to dress simpler or would you be misunderstood?
 
Walking through the busy mall on a Saturday; don’t you notice boys staring rite her way?
 
Smirking at the attention that she draws; as shaytaan sits there sharpening his claws
 
Bodies moving and close mingling; is this not to your Lord so displeasing?
 
That designer bag and new shoes just bought; won’t it give man an evil thought?
 
You dress up tight and accessorize; forgetting that Aakhirah is the ultimate prize
 
Why dear sister do you parade? Behold this dunya is just a charade
 
Sparkling diamonds and glittering gold; will they still look good on you the day you lay still and cold?
 
Wisen up oh sister, the fortunate one; for surely has Allah blessed you amongst his chosen ones
 
Drop that call and depart from the mall; remember Allah does see us all
 
Cover up and reclaim your self; reach out to Al Quran which lay neglected on your shelf
 
Hasten to your home and begin to lament; it is only then you shall breathe Heavens scent
 
Save yourself oh sister, before it’s too late; Inshallah you will awake at Jannah’s pearly gate, Jannah’s pearly gate…