You look at me and call me oppressed
Simply because of the way I’m dressed
You know me not for what is inside
You judge the clothing I wear with pride
My body is not for your eyes to hold
You must speak to my mind
Not my feminine mould
I’m an individual
I’m no man’s slave
It’s Allah’s pleasure that I only crave
I have a voice so I will be heard
For in my heart I carry His word
“O ye women, wrap close your cloak
So you won’t be bothered by ignorant folk”
Man doesn’t tell me to dress this way
It’s law from God that I obey
Oppressed is something I’m truly not
For liberation is what I’ve got
It was given to me many years ago
With the right to prosper, the right to grow
I can climb mountains or cross the seas
Expand my mind in all degrees
For God Himself gave us liberty
When He sent Islam to you and me!
-By Sister Fatme H. Jaber from USA-
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