Poem About The Beautiful Muslim Hijab
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see someone limited, or someone free?
All some people can do is just look and stare,
Simply because they can’t see my hair.
Others think I am controlled and uneducated.
They think that I am limited and not liberated,
They are so thankful that they are not me,
Because they would like to remain ‘free’.
Well free isn’t exactly the word I would’ve used,
Describing women who are cheated on and abused.
They think that I do not have opinions or a voice,
They think that being hooded isn’t my choice,
They think that the hood makes me look caged,
That my husband or dad are totally outraged,
All they can do is look at me in fear,
And in my eye there is a tear.
Not because I have been stared at or made fun of,
But because people are ignoring the One
up above. On the day of judgment they will be the
fools, Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules.
Maybe the guys won’t think I am a cutie,
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty.
See I have declined from being a guy’s toy,
Because I won’t let myself be controlled by a boy,
Real men are able to appreciate my mind,
And aren’t busy looking at my behind.
Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause,
The role that we play definitely deserves applause
I will be recognized because I am smart and bright,
And because some people are inspired by my sight.
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility,
In the back of their mind they wish they were me,
We have the strength to do what we think is right,
Even if it means putting up a life long fight.
You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt,
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt.
So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated,
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated.
We are the ones that are free and pure,
We’re free of STD’s that have no cure,
So when people ask you how you feel about the hood,
Just sum it up by saying ‘baby its all good’
Submitted by a Muslim sister who is proud to be wearing a Hijab.
May Almighty Allah Bless you all. Please pass this on to my other Muslim sisters
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One more poem on 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 is not for your eyes to hold,
You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mould,
I’m an individual, I’m no mans slave,
It’s Allah’s 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 God 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 mountains or cross the seas,
Expand my mind in all degrees,
For God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,
When He sent Islãm,
To You and Me!
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