Wrapped in a cloth
out on the street,
I am not oppressed,
I am unique.
I don't wear skinny jeans,
or anything tight fit.
The Hell fire is real, and I don't want to
regret it.
But I love my hijab.
It offers me protection.
And modesty and liberation.
And when they call me a terrorist to try
and put me on the spot,
I look them in the eye and say:I am not.
I cover up for Allah directly,
Becuse some people don't have the
privilage to see beauty correctly.
And when that day arrives, when all is
shown, and there is nothing to tell,
I see the wrongdoers thrown into Hell.
And today, I will hold my head high, but
still be gentle, and covered and shy.
And why can't everyone accept and see,
My true identity as a
Muslim.Muslim, Muslim,
Proud to be Muslim.
Wearing my hijab,
never alone.
This is who I am.
~I am not the writer, it was writing by my friend so give her the credit =)~
Oh & I made a site, an Islamic one check it out if u have time =)
www.wix.com/rooks1215/islamlover
Thanks u for reading.
Wasalam
