The Muslim Woman
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 is not for your eyes to hold,
You must speak to my mind,
not my feminine mould,
I'm an individual, I'm no mans 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 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 mountains 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!
2006-12-08
23:14:45
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hmmm men beating us women ay? my husband has never layed a finger on me out of fear of God, why do the westgo on like u dont have a problem with domestic violence. if i di not cover my husband would not beat me he would advise me.
YOUR satistics say that every 60 seconds in the UK the police get caled out to a domestic violence case
2006-12-08
23:28:48 ·
update #1