Saturday, 30 April 2011

A few yards of fabric and miles of conflict.

When I'm confronted with a harsh word from a stranger, I feel acknowledged.
Not hurt nor insulted - I feel at ease.
The fact that his hostility was towards me and not another sister.
A young, old or new sister with no mister to protect her from the man that dissed her.
Let her go in peace, pick on me I'd rather take her place.
The ummah is one body so let this limb take the pain.
The fact is, I owe it to the rest of the body, everyday's a struggle for my brothers and sisters and this is nothing so let me be brave for this once.

I stand tall as he shouts his remarks, I look at the face that dared to disgrace.
No sign of fear, "what can my enemies do to me?" Like Ibn Taymiyyah,
I ignore his hysteria. No doubt I can shout and show that I mind.
But with the scorching heat, I remember the day of reckoning.. So I cool off
Who's going to be laughing then?
The way that they speak to me, I know that with a bit of sabr (patience) it's worth it.

I think of a thousand words to say back,
But hey! I'd rather fight the devil within, than curse with a word of sin.
Then I feel a gentle breeze that comforts me, I smile; but not smugly.
Reassured, that my Lord is watching over me.

Confronted once again, a woman quite curious this time.
But curiosity, didn't kill this cat.
"What's that on your head?" I bet she's thinking, "does she wear that in bed!?"
So I dropped the bomb (pardon the pun), I take her hand and greet her.
I feel the fear in her palm, "stay calm, I can cause no harm, it's just a peice of fabric, my dear."

Don't look at me like I am responsible for 9/11, 7/7 or any other malarkey that rhymes.
I must assure you, submitting to my Lord is no crime.

No man can ever force me to cover or uncover
Nor can he treat me like an object,
Put me on a board, for all eyes to see, like a classroom subject
I'm liberated from the media, but not free.
Freedom that leads me off the rails; is not what I need.

I'd rather be judged on a scale of good and bad deeds,
Than a panel of men that dictate that anorexia is the newest trend.. Well, for this week
I'd rather be beautiful in a way that you needn't envision.
Than swallow chicken pills to get that bootyful figure
What's really foul is that men in agencies can "emancipate" women through nudity,
Yet, when another unshackles her dignity.. He's a misogynist to force this woman to cover her chest.

My chastity is my pride,
I submit to my Lord, and so I cover.
Your assumptions are derived from meaningless media chit chat.
If striving for a better place in heaven, and not on the catwalk means that I'm oppressed, then say what you like!
Your bigoted comments are irrelevant, I only care for The Benevolent, but one day you may respect that.