:: BloG SaYa ::

The Muslim Woman "Unveiled"
By: Izdehar Albowyha

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 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 moutains or cross the seas,
Expand my mind in all degrees
or God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,
When He sent Islam,
To You and Me! 

I am a mystery,

A God-Given secrecy,

If you wish to learn more about me,

Then you will need the magic key,

This magic key would be sincerity…