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MY CLOAK, THE PERFECTED CONCEAL. (a poem)

MY CLOAK, THE PERFECTED CONCEAL. (a poem)

They all guessed I’m forced or coerced by humans

No human tells me to dress this way

My Rabb did

It’s message sent ages ago

That I follow as a believing woman

Happily wrapped in my cloak

Like a snail in its shell with all satisfaction

I am a human of my own

Not any man’s slave

That craves for her Rabb’s mercy

Obeying him (MY RABB)

So I can earn rewards 

 

They call me extremist,

Simply because of my outfit

The society also calls me extremist

Thinking I’m oppressed ,oppressed am not

Because you are the oppressors 

I have gotten Liberation

Fully obeying my Rabb’s commandment

So as to gain His blessings ,mercy

And joyfully meet him MY RABB

 

They call me extremist

Simply because of my outfit

I can read , write ,voyage

Draw, Climb mountains,

Jump ,build creative ideas,

Extend to all ramifications with my hijab,

Because its my head I cover not my brain,

The society allows all forms of dressing

Why not let the Muslimah practice her Deen

Am not only after the Duniya

Even my hereafter matters

Allow the Muslimah and give her LIBERTY

Author :Izzatullah

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