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THE WAY I AM DRESSED" You look at me and call me oppressed, Simply because of the way I'm dressed, You know me not for what's inside, You judge the clothing I wear with pride, My body's not for your eyes to hold, You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold,
I'm an individual, I'm no mans 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,
quote: Hijab "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 a 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 LIB-ER-TY, When He sent Islam, To You and Me!
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I Worship My Lord I wake before dawn. No muadhin calls me, No footsteps stir me, Instead society spurns me, Labels me and burns me. But everyday, I wake before dawn.
I wear my hijab. No father threatens me, No religious police warn me, Instead society judges me Mocks me and shuns me. But everyday, I wear my hijab.
I rear my children. No family pressures me, No work barriers limit me, Instead society shames me, Names me and blames me. But everyday, I rear my children.
I follow the Sunnah. No culture defines me, No history holds me, Instead, society scolds me, Re-makes and moulds me. But every day, I follow the Sunnah.
I strive for Paradise. No teachers indoctrinate me, No worldly hardships sedate me, Instead society rejects me, Tempts me and affects me. But every day, I strive for Paradise.
I worship my Lord. No imam compels me, No rules force my heart, Instead, society fears me, And dares not come near me. But every day, I worship my Lord.
Every day, In every way, Through hardship and strife And the all-consuming, O so fleeting, Bitter sweetness of life, I worship my Lord Author: by Na'ima B. RobertPosts: 1116 | From: WARNING All stressed out & no one to choke | Registered: Sep 2008
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Desert Rose I began my journey the day I was born. My name told my destiny. Yet, it remained hidden for me to discover. I traveled a long time to get to this moment. So many cactuses I stumbled over in the dark. No star lighted my path-- I was not yet awake. Naivety guided me into sandstorms that made wounds in my soul. Ignorance blinded me as the cactus' thorns scratched me. However, these wounds propelled me forward and kept me on a certain path. One day, when I looked ahead, I saw an oasis. A mirage, I thought, so I slowly walked towards it-- expecting to be fooled again. When I reached the mirage, I found a rose. I touched it and found it was no dream. Entranced by this rose, I placed it in the vase of my heart. As it took root, it became a part of me. My blindness lifted, for I could see the true Light. Faith rested in my heart. My desert rose led me to this destiny. When I stray-- its paper thorns remind me to come back to the straight path. Each day it continues growing, it strengthens my heart and my soul. I water it with my prayers, my charity, my fasting. This rose is here to stay-- It guides me to an eternal Garden. My thoughts, my goals, my actions are preparing my place in that Garden. That is where I will rest my roots-- As long as this rose remains in my heart. Lena Winfrey SederPosts: 1116 | From: WARNING All stressed out & no one to choke | Registered: Sep 2008
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Faithful star Once I looked up to the sky in the night and I saw bright star sparkling there in the darkness of the night and I said who are you? what are you doing over there tell me please, tell me who put you over there she looked down at me with a smile on her face like a rose in the shadow of the bush little one don't you know? why it is that I am standing over here? it is Allah who made me and made you and the earth then I said pretty one tell me please tell me how how to be just like you very pure, very high, very nice once again pretty face shined again little one listen well little one take good care fear Allah every where worship him night and day then I said pretty face pray for me to Allah I thank you pretty face I love you for your care
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