You look at me and call me oppressed Simply because of the way I’m dressed You know me not for what is inside You judge the clothing I wear with pride My body is not for your eyes to hold You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mould I’m an individual; I’m not a man’s 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 law from Allah 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 Allah Himself gave us liberty When He sent Islam, to you and me………. Author: Unknown
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 23:54:21 +0000