hahah

Hijab

When I walk along the wayThe people just stare at me in dismay
They think that I’m forced to wear that “thing”But actually I wear it for Allah, The King
Maybe they think that I am not freeJust because I wear a headscarf on me
But that’s not true, I am really freeI wear it for Allah, The Almighty
The way we dress is not to show some skinBut for people to judge us not by our body, but from within
They might call me names or even start to stareBut what makes me keep going is knowing Allah is there
So when you pass me walking down the streetDon’t think that I am forced to cover myself up to my feet
It’s a simple way to be modest and humbleSo don’t be next to me and start to grumble
I feel proud and tall when I wear my clotheBecause I have nothing at all to show and expose
Now you could only judge my character and my personalityAnd not of how I dress myself, but for my morality
So this scarf that I have onIs my choice so don’t be alarmed
I felt right and true when I put my Hijab on from the startIts because it calmed me, purified me, and soothed my heart
But really the only difference between you and meIs that I just cover my hair and my body
So if any of you ever see me and hear my voiceJust know that what I wear is only my choice

short poems

The Woman I admirewearing her attirehiding her figure,thus, curbing my desire..The Woman I desirefearing the (hell) Fireis diligent in her prayersfor the rewards of life hereafter...
The Woman I encounteris beyond botherwith the keen raceto beautify the face!
The Woman I askfrom dawn to duskis busy with ALLAHmurmuring, subhan'allah, subhan'allah, subhana'allah