By This is such an awesome poem! It’s too bad that the author is unknown. She’s very talented and has basically voiced the thoughts that are on the mind of every hijabi.
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see someone limited, or someone free?
All some people can do is just look and stare,
Simply because they can’t see my hair.
Others think I am controlled and uneducated;
They think that I am limited and not 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’ve 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 are totally outraged.
All they can do is look at me in fear,
And 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 Judgment they will be the fools,
Because they were too ashamed to play by God’s rules.
Maybe the guys won’t think I am a cutie,
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty.
See, I have declined from being a guy’s toy,
Because I won’t 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 definitely deserves applause.
I will be recognized because I am 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 we think 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 only respect, and never treated like dirt.
So, you see, we are the ones that are free and liberate,
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated.
We are the ones that are free and pure,
We’re free of STD’s that have no cure.
So, when people ask you how you feel about the hood,
Just sum it up by saying, ‘Baby its all good!’
a beautifully written piece!
mashallah… This is very beautiful. =] I love how it flows, so elegantly and really sounds like something youthful, and really i guess the things that rings through in it is the truth
I sometimes feel this way and thats why i love this poem. Keep up the good poems and stories.
Masha’Allah!! she has got Insight!!!!!! Beautiful
reeeealllly makes me remember all the upsides to hijab!!! luv it!
This is beautiful. As a convert to Islam, I have always had trouble explaining hijab to my family and friends. My father especially has a strong dislike for it that he makes known. This poem makes me feel good about myself because while I may receive negative reactions from others, I know I am doing what is right.
love this soo much!!
ITS A MASTERPIECE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!