Muslim Women

I am a Muslim woman
Feel free to ask me why
When I walk
I walk with dignity
When I speak
I do not lie

I am a Muslim woman
Not all of me you’ll see
But what you should appreciate
Is that the choice I make is free

I’m not plagued with depression
I’m neither cheated nor abused
I don’t envy other women
And I’m certainly not confused

Note, I speak perfect English
I’m majoring in Linguistics
So you need not speak slowly

I run my own small business
Every cent I earn is mine
I drive my Chevy to school & work
And no, that’s not a crime!

You often stare as I walk by
You don’t understand my veil
But peace and power I have found
As I am equal to any male!

I am a Muslim woman
So please don’t pity me
For God has guided me to truth
And now I’m finally free! 

 

The Women I Admire

The Woman I admire

Wearing her attire

Hiding her figure,
Thus,

Curbing my desire..

The Woman I desire
Fearing the (hell) Fire
Is diligent in her prayers
For the rewards of life hereafter…

The Woman I encounter
Is beyond bother
With the keen race
To beautify the face!

The Woman I ask
From dawn to dusk
Is busy with ALLAH
Murmuring,

Subhan’allah,

Subhan’allah,

Subhana’allah

The Woman

I observe
Certainly deserves
Better respect
Than what she expects

The Woman

I listen
Is very,

Very stern
For her it is a must
To control one’s lust

But the Women

I see sad to say, most wear “minis”
Alone I lament…

“VIAGRA on heels”?
Though they are not made for this!

The Woman

I met
Boasting her beauty
Most probably by surgery?
But does she know it is all temporary?

Hence, the Woman

I know is advised to follow
The sunnah of our beloved Rasulullah
From head to toe….

The Woman

I judge often bears a grudge
EQUALITY,

She requests (or rather protests)
But please bear in mind ALLAH’S inquest!

The Women I hurt (by this article)
Please do not curse or smut
For it is better I warned
Before all is gone…

 

STRONG ISLAMIC WOMAN!

STRONG ISLAMIC WOMAN
What makes me weak?
My fears.What makes me whole?
My Allah.What keeps me standing?
My faith.

What makes me compassionate?
My selflessness.

What makes me honest?
My integrity.

What sustains my mind?
My quest for knowledge.

What teaches me all lessons?
My mistakes.

What lift’s my head high?
My pride, not arrogance.

What if I can’t go on?
Not an option.

What makes me victorious?
My courage to climb.

What makes me competent?
My confidence.

What makes me sensual?
My essence.

What makes me beautiful?
My everything.

What makes me a woman?
My heart.

Who says I need love?
I do.

What empowers me?
My Allah & Me.

Who am I?
I AM A STRONG ISLAMIC WOMAN!

Hijab Poem

Look at me . . .
Hear what I have to say.
Open your eyes. Listen for once.

The oppression you fear,
The suppression you feel,
The depression you fall into, All you do for me;
None are wanted or necessary.

Are welts from chains or a husband’s hand imprinted upon my face?
Are my modest glances skittering here and there in trepidation?
Are tears of pain coursing down my face?
NO!

Search my face.
You will find inner peace revealed.
Retrace my modest posture.
From the smooth, unhurried movements;
a confident woman will emerge.
Listen carefully to my soft spoken voice.
Serenity will be woven through each syllable.

I tell you . . . look at me.
I am not oppressed, suppressed, nor depressed.
I am a veiled woman of my own choice, conscience, and rightful cause.

Hijab poem

So They Say Muslim Women Is Oppressed,
Let’s Find The Facts,
And Those Who Are Calling For Their Freedom Of Women,
Let’s Call For The Equality,
Let’s Call For Justice,
Let’s Save These Muslim Women From The Oppression Of Today,
So Let’s Free Her Please, Free Her From What ?
Free Her From Her Dignity Of Course,
Free Her From The Clothes That She Wears,
Free Her From The Pride That She Has,
Free Her That She Doesn’t Know Who The Ancestors Were,
Let’s Free This Girl,
Let’s Set Her Free,
Come On Girl, Come On Down.
Come On Down When You Have No Value,
Come On Down On Your Price Is For The Highest Bidder,
Come On Down Where Every Time They Can Hear You Look At You,
Come On Down That You’ll Be Judged According To 36, 24, 36,
If You Fit The Bill, You’re Good.
How Big The Measurements,
How Good You Look Is Not What You Have Inside,
It’s What You Have Outside,
It Is A Superficial Short Lived,
A Measuring Stick That Is Judged
By A Human Being,
They Put You Like A Hanger,
They Put The Clothes On,
This Year Is The Red,
Everybody Wears Red,
This Year Is Black,
Everybody Wears Black,
It’s Below The Knee,
It’s Above The Knee,
It’s Cut From The Right,
It’s Cut From The Left,
It’s Cut From The Front,
It’s Cut From The Back.
You Feel Like A Toy,
You’re A Slave To A Man That Tells You What To Do,
What Not What To Do,
What To Wear,
What Not What To Wear,
Is That The Freedom You’re Telling Me About?
Or Are You To Please Allah SWT,
A Man That Doesn’t Care Who You Are, Where You Go,
You’re Gonna End Up In The Hell Fire After Him Or Allah SWT That Wants You To Go In Eternal Happiness,
Is That The Freedom You’re Telling Me About?
Is This Who You Are?
It’s A Choice You Have To Make Ukhti!
What kind of dignity a non-believer has by the way;
They conduct their life and expose themselves.
They have removed the shield of protection,
That modesty of Hijab and left themselves unprotected and that is the cause for the assault,
Which takes place once every ten seconds in rape and…

Are You Fronting?

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https://theeditorsjournal.wordpress.com/2016/02/18/are-you-fronting/

The Women I Admire

The Women I Admire

The Woman I admire
wearing her attire
hiding her figure,
thus, curbing my desire..

The Woman I desire
fearing the (hell) Fire
is diligent in her prayers
for the rewards of life hereafter…

The Woman I encounter
is beyond bother
with the keen race
to beautify the face!

The Woman I ask
from dawn to dusk
is busy with ALLAH
murmuring, subhan’allah, subhan’allah, subhana’allah

The Woman I observe
certainly deserves
better respect
than what she expects

The Woman I listen

The Women I Admire

The Woman I admire
wearing her attire
hiding her figure,
thus, curbing my desire..

The Woman I desire
fearing the (hell) Fire
is diligent in her prayers
for the rewards of life hereafter…

The Woman I encounter
is beyond bother
with the keen race
to beautify the face!

The Woman I ask
from dawn to dusk
is busy with ALLAH
murmuring, subhan’allah, subhan’allah, subhana’allah

The Woman I observe
certainly deserves
better respect
than what she expects

The Woman I listen for it is better I warned
before all is gone…