Hijab Uplifted

As the sun rises and I walk along the way

Over my head, the hijab I wear everyday

Stray eyes widened, stared and gazed

And they think I was forced to become a slave

But listen, brothers and sisters, of my little tale

Of why I chose to wear my veil

They look at me and think 'oppression'

That her parents coerced her by agression

But friends, let me tell you that I am not oppressed

Neither have I been repressed or depressed

Some may see the 'thing' as strange

Because of beliefs gone deranged

But what I have achieve is liberation

For I am no longer jugded for my sex appeal or attraction

What I am judged for are my morals and personality

While still holding true to my piety and dignity

Following the Hijab code fills me with ease

For only Allah do I please

Women adorning too much make-up for their transcient flirts

And putting on tight tube tops and miniskirts

Becoming slaves to fashion that degrade us

Begging for love from men who use us and leave us

Yes, we all have a body, a physical manifestation on Earth

But to cover it with cloth so dearth?

So look in the mirror and then you'll see

Of the tainted innocence and gone purity

Do know that you are a gem so priceless

And that you deserve so much more happiness

The body is a vessel for your mind and intellect

And so becomes your duty to treat it with respect

As such I cloak myself in dresses and veils of mystery

To protect my sexuality from eyes unworthy

Because it is a gift to the man who loves you

And holds you in high esteem to marry you

The hijab calms my fears, soothes my heart

Knowing that we will never part

Thus, brothers and sisters believe what I say

For I am truly happy this way

Now if you see me on the streets with my veil

Do remember of my humble tale

Listen and judge my character as I voice

My reason to wear hijab has only been my choice

What I am now is free

To be happy, to be me

To please Allah, the Almighty.

By Rusydiah

~Salam~