THE WAY I AM DRESSED


The Way I am Dressed
Posted byAdministrator on Sunday, January 14 @ 12:58:25 EET
Contributed by Anonymous

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 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 Islam,
To You and Me!

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One Response to THE WAY I AM DRESSED

  1. aysha says:

    That’s a truly touching poem…Ma’ashallah..truly touching. thank you for sharing that pride-booster. its great to be a muslim. God bless all.

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