NavPak.
22-07-09, 11:10 PM
Here is a poem i read a while ago. I don't know the author. But its beautiful. It's one of the things that encouraged me to take the hijab! =) I know it looks long, but believe me its not.
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see someone limited or someone free?
All some people can do is look and stare,
simply because they can't see my hair.
Others think I'm controlled and uneducated,
they think that I am limited and un-liberated.
They are so thankful that they are not me,
because they would like to remain 'free'.
Well free isn't exactly the word i would have used,
describing women who are cheated on and abused.
They think that i do not have opinions or a voice,
they think that being hooded isn't my choice,
they think that the hood makes me look caged,
that my husband or dad is totally outraged.
All they can do is look at me in fear.
In my eye there is a tear,
not because i have been stared at or made fun of,
but because people are ignoring the One up above.
On the day of judgement they will be the fools,
because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules.
Maybe the guys wont think i'm a cutie,
but at least i am filled with more inner beauty.
See i have declined from being a guys toy,
because i wont let myself be controlled by a boy.
Real men are able to appreciate my mind,
and aren't busy looking at my behind.
Hooded girls are the ones really helping the muslim cause,
the role that we play definately deserves applause.
I will be recognised because i'm smart and bright,
and because some people are inspired by my sight.
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility,
in the back of their mind they wish they were me.
We have the strength to do what is right,
even if it means putting up a life long fight.
You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt,
we are given respect and never treated like dirt.
So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated,
we are not the ones that are sexually terrorised and violated.
We are the ones that are free and pure,
we're free of STD's with no cure.
So when people ask you how you feel about the hood,
Just sum it up by saying 'baby, its all good.
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see someone limited or someone free?
All some people can do is look and stare,
simply because they can't see my hair.
Others think I'm controlled and uneducated,
they think that I am limited and un-liberated.
They are so thankful that they are not me,
because they would like to remain 'free'.
Well free isn't exactly the word i would have used,
describing women who are cheated on and abused.
They think that i do not have opinions or a voice,
they think that being hooded isn't my choice,
they think that the hood makes me look caged,
that my husband or dad is totally outraged.
All they can do is look at me in fear.
In my eye there is a tear,
not because i have been stared at or made fun of,
but because people are ignoring the One up above.
On the day of judgement they will be the fools,
because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules.
Maybe the guys wont think i'm a cutie,
but at least i am filled with more inner beauty.
See i have declined from being a guys toy,
because i wont let myself be controlled by a boy.
Real men are able to appreciate my mind,
and aren't busy looking at my behind.
Hooded girls are the ones really helping the muslim cause,
the role that we play definately deserves applause.
I will be recognised because i'm smart and bright,
and because some people are inspired by my sight.
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility,
in the back of their mind they wish they were me.
We have the strength to do what is right,
even if it means putting up a life long fight.
You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt,
we are given respect and never treated like dirt.
So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated,
we are not the ones that are sexually terrorised and violated.
We are the ones that are free and pure,
we're free of STD's with no cure.
So when people ask you how you feel about the hood,
Just sum it up by saying 'baby, its all good.