If i knew the significance of the hijab i would have adopted it from my early years of growing up, if i knew the essence of its beauty i would have taught my sisters of Islam....
The Hijab....
Her long, curly, shiny black hair Fell against her back. Her rich, copper skin Gleamed in the sunlight.
Her slender figure outlined, With her soft voluptuous curves. But when she stepped outside, She became a ghostly figure of the night.
Nothing more to the people Than a dark, shadowy figure of oppression.
But she showed them. As she walked down the street, People made way, Men lowered their gazes in utmost respect.
And others whispered, As she held her head up high, With pride in her belief And showed them how oppressed she really was! Or was she?
While they whistled at their women, Looking them up and down, were they animals at a zoo? She pitied their jahil ways.
She entered her haven, there awaiting was the one man who could see her in halal matrimony,
she was his angel,
she was his wife...
Her slender figure outlined, With her soft voluptuous curves. But when she stepped outside, She became a ghostly figure of the night.
Nothing more to the people Than a dark, shadowy figure of oppression.
But she showed them. As she walked down the street, People made way, Men lowered their gazes in utmost respect.
And others whispered, As she held her head up high, With pride in her belief And showed them how oppressed she really was! Or was she?
While they whistled at their women, Looking them up and down, were they animals at a zoo? She pitied their jahil ways.
She entered her haven, there awaiting was the one man who could see her in halal matrimony,
she was his angel,
she was his wife...
2 comments:
WOOOOOOOW, that is sooo profound. Can I share it on a forum?
what forum???? na man dont want to advertise this...im sure people come across me bloggy
respect
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