THE MUSLIM WOMAN 'UNVEILED'

THE MUSLIM WOMAN 'UNVEILED'


by Izdehar Albowyha

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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'CAUSE I AM A MOTHER NOW

'CAUSE I AM A MOTHER NOW



by Farah Salman

My Status has been raised;
My efforts have been praised;
Not in an ordinary way or at some place small,
But in the greatest book of all.
Being thankful to Allah, my head goes down to bow.
Why? 'ause I am a mother now.

Mother-baby bondage is the strongest for sure;
My rights when compared are three times more;
Though sacrifices are ahead that I have to endure,
Being thankful to Allah, my head goes down to bow.
Why? 'cause I am a mother now.

The baby needs my love and attention most,
Even if I don't have a career to boast.
Staying at home for my child's sake is worth it I vow.
Being thankful to Allah, my head goes down to bow.
Why? 'cause I am a mother now.

Even if my child has few toys to play,
Having his mom as a playmate will make him gay.
With my guidance and care he'll not go astray.
I'm sure proud that I am here at home to stay.
Being thankful to Allah, my head goes down to bow.
Why? 'cause I am a mother now.

Islam balances the roles for both husband and wife;
Both offer their duties and smooth stays the carraige of life.
My husband provides for the money that's true,
And relieves me of the burden to find work to do
So that all my zest and energy are for our child too.
Being thankful to Allah, my head goes down to bow.
Why? 'cause I am a mother now.

Research too states that mother is the best
Than leaving the baby at a day care nest.
Teaching right from wrong is the parents' full time job.
A child's personaltiy is made once, thus impossible to rob.
Being thankful to Allah, my head goes down to bow.
Why? 'cause I am a mother now.

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Woman of the Veil

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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.

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