salam,
A couple of years ago, this poem was posted at my school notice board, and i thought id post it, since its one of my favorites!!!!
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 cant see my hair.
Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated.
They are so thankful 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 have no opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn’t my choice
They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband and 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 scared of and 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’m 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
The smart ones are attracted to 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 that means putting up a life long fight
So when people ask you how you feel about that hood
Just sum it up by saying ‘baby its all good’
Unknown
|
|
Thread: My hijab, my choice, my identity
Results 1 to 1 of 1
-
27-May-2005 08:48 PM




