Alter the heart, Not the body.
To me you are special,
A diamond in my eyes,
They might call you ugly,
It’s those people I despise.
I blame society,
Moulding youthful minds,
Botox and plastic surgery,
Enlargements of all kinds.
It makes me sick to see such change,
Altering what Allah has given,
Its the encouragement of the media,
That has the youth driven.
On yaum-ul Qiyamah,
This face will mean nothing,
So when society says you don’t look right,
Just remember that they’re bluffing.
Allah is the creator-the fashioner of shapes,
He created us both,
Let’s promise to trust Allah,
And keep this powerful oath.
You’re beautiful, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise :’)
“Allah has cursed the women who make tattoos and the women who have this done, the women who pluck facial hair and the women who have this done, and women who widen the gap between their own or others’ teeth for the sake of beauty, changing what Allah has created.” (Saheeh Muslim, 3966).
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PoetryWARNING: May Cause Tears Alongside HeartAche These Are My Poems, All From The Heart, Of Bliss And Chaos, Now You May Start. Spritual - #110 Poetry - #189 02/07/14
