My Hijab My Choice


    Who I am is who you see,
    women as free as free can be.
    Who you see is who I am,
    Allah my Lord, my faith Islam.
    My veil, my gown like flowing covers
    Is what I wear to show all others
    Life and beauty are not skin deep
    Its in our hearts intentions we keep.
    I walk out there yes not showing my hair
    if that offends you then life is not fair.
    I’m not a slave at home tied to the kitchen sink!
    I too have a heart and a brain that can think.
    And before you ask if I’m depressed
    Abused alone or completely oppressed
    Just know I’m happy and I feel more free
    when men aren’t gawking and flirting with me
    I don’t need to dress up for strangers
    or put myself in this world dangers
    I feel grand in my palace with plenty to do.
    And I can by the way go outside too.
    In case you were wondering if I slept in my gown
    the answer is no and I don’t sleep on the ground
    I’m just like any other women you see
    but covers and protects her modesty
    I eat take-away food on the weekends
    share my love with so many friends.
    There’s more to me than what your eyes see
    so don’t judge my choices before you know me.
    To anyone out there who can’t comprehend
    I’m happy and free all the way to the end
    Not everyone’s life consists of hair do’s
    and this is the life I willingly choose.

    My Choice

    When I walk along the way
    The people just stare at me in dismay

    They think that I’m forced to wear that “thing”
    But actually I wear it for Allah, The King

    Maybe they think that I am not free
    Just because I wear a headscarf on me

    But that’s not true, I am really free
    I wear it for Allah, The Almighty

    The way we dress is not to show some skin
    But for people to judge us not by our body, but from within

    They might call me names or even start to stare
    But what makes me keep going is knowing Allah is there

    So when you pass me walking down the street
    Don’t think that I am forced to cover myself up to my feet

    It’s a simple way to be modest and humble
    So don’t be next to me and start to grumble

    I feel proud and tall when I wear my clothe
    Because I have nothing at all to show and expose

    Now you could only judge my character and my personality
    And not of how I dress myself, but for my morality

    So this scarf that I have on
    Is my choice so don’t be alarmed

    I felt right and true when I put my Hijab on from the start
    Its because it calmed me, purified me, and soothed my heart

    But really the only difference between you and me
    Is that I just cover my hair and my body

    So if any of you ever see me and hear my voice
    Just know that what I wear is only my choice


      • Yes brother you are wright, and she continues to say: 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

        May Allah protect all my fellow Muslim women from evil of Jinn and mankind.


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