Women of the veil

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women of the veil

assalamu alaikum
here is one of my favorite poems


WOMEN OF THE VEIL

by Hena Farooq

Her long, thick, shiny black hair
Fell against her back.
Her rich, copper skin
Gleamed in the sunlight.
Her slender figure outlined,
With her soft voluptuous curves.
But when she stepped outside,
She became a ghostly figure of the night.
Nothing more to the people
Than a dark, shadowy figure of oppression.
But she showed them.
As she walked down the street,
People made way,
Men lowered their gazes in utmost respect.
And others whispered,
As she held her head up high,
With pride in her belief
And showed them how oppressed she really was!
While they whistled at their women,
Looking them up and down as they were pieces of meat to be inspected?
She pitied their savage ways.
As she walked into the arms of her partner,
Her only love, Her husband.
Where she was transformed,
Into her beautiful self,
For only his eyes to see.
 
Re: women of the veil

As Salaamu Alaikum
I came across a poem

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 Allahs 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 moutains 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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MashAllah

Allahu Akbarrrr!!!!

:w:

Rabi'ya:rose:
 
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jazakallah khair sisters.
they are trully amazing peoms!!!!!!
keep them coming inshallah
marshallah
wasalaam
 
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:loving: I came across another poem:coolsis:

[FONT=Arial,verdana]The Honorable Women Of Islam
From their point of view

[FONT=Arial,verdana]
We are the honorable women of Islam!
We don't sell our bodies for people to sell their products;
You won't find us advertising for stuff like new trucks.
We don't dress up on the streets as if were some sort of merchandise,
Keep your dirty hands to yourself, or, with Allah, you will pay the price.

We are the honorable women of Islam!
Oh you men, keep your eyes to your self; we're not products on display,
Throw your pickup lines away; we don't wanna hear what you have to say.
We're not like other women; they sleep all around town,
And to that despicable level, we will never come down.

We are the honorable women of Islam!
Yes, we wear the hijab; its our badge of honor from Al-Mu'eez.
We don't dress like other women; we are free from their immodest disease.
We don't sell out and put our selves on billboards,
We have dignity, and from Allah, we will have our rewards.

We are the honorable women of Islam!
You won't find us in parties, getting drunk and disgraced,
What a shame! Women like that have had their honor erased.
We don't dress like other women; we're not giving every man a cheap thrill,
We don't dress like the prostitutes that are out just chasing the dollar bill.

We are the honorable women of Islam!
Don't come to us looking for some dirty one night stand!
You better turn away from us, and get yourself a different plan.
We aren't messing around; we're busy raising up our nation,
That's right, were busy taking Islam to the next generation.

We are the honorable women of Islam!
We are the ones who raise the ummah and strive to make it great,
If we didn't do our part, then for the ummah, what would be its fate?
From babies to leaders, we are the ones who make them what they are.
We are the honorable women of Islam, without us this ummah won't go far!
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[FONT=Arial,Verdana]By
Masood[/FONT]​
[/FONT]
 
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Mashallah that poem was beautiful
Everline i read i smiled!
It was true and beautiful

SaLaMz
 
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Mashallah!!!!!they were beautiful!!!!!!!!
 
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Assalamoalaikum....

thats was jusssttt beautifullll MashaAllah!!

W'salaam
 
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:sister:
WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME

WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME
ALL YOU CAN SEE
IS THE SCARF THAT COVERS MY HAIR.
MY WORDS YOU CAN'T HEAR
BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO FULL OF FEAR,
MOUTH GAPING, ALL YOU DO IS STARE.

YOU THINK IT'S NOT MY OWN CHOICE,
IN YOUR OWN "LIBERATION" YOU REJOICE.
YOU'RE SO THANKFUL THAT YOU'RE NOT ME.
YOU THINK I'M UNEDUCATED,
TRAPPED, OPPRESSED AND SUBJUGATED.
YOU'RE SO THANKFUL THAT YOU ARE FREE.

BUT WESTERN WOMAN YOU'VE GOT IT WRONG-
YOU'RE THE WEAK AND I'M THE STRONG,
FOR I'VE REJECTED THE TRAP OF MAN.
FANCY CLOTHES-LOW NECK, SHORT SKIRT,
THESE ARE DEVICES FOR PAIN AND HURT,
v I'M NOT FALLING FOR THAT LITTLE PLAN.

ALWAYS JUMPING TO THE MALE AGENDA,
COMPETING ON HIS TERMS.
NO JOB SHARE, NO CRECHE FACILITIES,
NO FEEDING AND NAPPY CHANGING AMENITIES.
NO TIME OFF FOR MENSTRUAL PAIN-
"HORMONES" THEY LAUGH "WHAT A SHAME."
NO EQUAL PAY FOR EQUAL SKILL-
YOUR JOB THEY CAN ALWAYS FILL.
NO PROMOTION UNLESS YOU'RE STERILISED.
NO PROMOTION UNLESS YOU'RE SEXUALLY TERRORISED.
AND IS THIS LIBERATION?

I'M A PERSON WITH IDEAS AND THOUGHT,
I'M NOT FOR SALE, I CAN'T BE BOUGHT.
I WON'T DECORATE ANYONE'S ARM,
NOR BE PROMOTED FOR MY CHARM.
THER'S MORE TO ME THAN PLAYING COY.

LIVING LIFE AS A BALANCING GAME-MOTHER,
DAUGHTER,WIFE,NURSE,CLEANER,COOK,LOVER-
AND STILL BRING HOME A WAGE.
WHO THOUGHT UP THIS MODERN "FREEDOM"
WHERE MAN CAN LOVE 'EM AND MAN CAN LEAVE 'EM
THIS IS NOT FREE BUT LIFE IN A CAGE.

WESTERN WOMAN YOU CAN HAVE YOUR LIFE
MINE-IT HAS LESS STRIFE.
I COVER AND I GET RESPECTED
SURELY THAT'S TO BE EXPECTED-
FOR I WON'T DEMEAN THE FEMININE
I WON'T LIVE TO A MALE CRITERION.:love:
I DANCE TO MY OWN TUNE,
AND I HOPE YOU SEE THIS VERY SOON,
FOR YOUR OWN SAKE-WAKE UP AND USE YOUR SIGHT!
ARE YOU SO SURE THAT YOU ARE RIGHT?

FROM A MUSLIM WOMAN.
 
Women Of The Veil

:sl:

something to shre wid u guys

Her long, thick, shiny black hair
Fell against her back.
Her rich, copper skin
Gleamed in the sunlight.
Her slender figure outlined,
With her soft voluptuous curves.
But when she stepped outside,
She became a ghostly figure of the night.
Nothing more to the people
Than a dark, shadowy figure of oppression.
But she showed them.
As she walked down the street,
People made way,
Men lowered their gazes in utmost respect.
And others whispered,
As she held her head up high,
With pride in her belief
And showed them how oppressed she really was!
While they whistled at their women,
Looking them up and down as they were
pieces of meat to be inspected?
She pitied their savage ways.
As she walked into the arms of
her partner,
Her only love,
Her husband.
Where she was transformed,
Into her beautiful self,
For only his eyes to see.

:w:
 
Woman of the Veil

Her long, thick, shiny black hair
Fell against her back.
Her rich, copper skin
Gleamed in the sunlight.
Her slender figure outlined,
With her soft voluptuous curves.
But when she stepped outside,
She became a ghostly figure of the night.
Nothing more to the people
Than a dark, shadowy figure of oppression.
But she showed them.
As she walked down the street,
People made way,
Men lowered their gazes in utmost respect.
And others whispered,
As she held her head up high,
With pride in her belief
And showed them how oppressed she really was!
While they whistled at their women,
Looking them up and down as they were
pieces of meat to be inspected?
She pitied their savage ways.
As she walked into the arms of
her partner,
Her only love,
Her husband.
Where she was transformed,
Into her beautiful self,
For only his eyes to see.
 
Free
What goes through your mind?
As you sit there looking at me
Well I can tell from your looks
That you think I’m so oppressed
But I don’t need for you to liberate me


My head is not bare
And you can’t see my covered hair
So you sit there and you stare
And you judge me with your glare
You’re sure I’m in despair
But are you not aware
Under this scarf that I wear
I have feelings, and I do care

So don’t you see?
That I’m truly free
This piece of scarf on me
I wear so proudly
To preserve my dignity...

My modesty
My integrity
So don’t judge me
Open your eyes and see...
“Why can’t you just accept me?” she says
“Why can’t I just be me?” she says
Time and time again
You speak of democracy
Yet you rob me of my liberty
All I want is equality
Why can’t you just let me be free?
For you I sing this song
My sister, may you always be strong
From you I’ve learnt so much
How you suffer so much
Yet you forgive those who laugh at you
You walk with no fear
Through the insults you hear
Your wish so sincere
That they’d understand you
But before you walk away
This time you turn and say:

But don’t you see?
That I’m truly free
This piece of scarf on me
I wear so proudly
To preserve my dignity
My modesty
My integrity
So let me be
She says with a smile
I’m the one who’s free
 

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