How funny the world has become
I am mocked for choosing to wear a Hijab
I get stereotyped for the way I dress
Some even claim I am so much oppressed
The Hijab is my choice and mine only
It is by no means an oppression
As it is never to please any man
But the Creator of the heavens and man
In my Hijab, I have found solace
Never to feel shy of my woman-ness
My modesty is protected
My dignity unscathed
Yes, I publicly shun away from tight jeans, shirt and mini skirt
Because I elicit respect and not to be treated like dirt
I am never tossing my Hijab aside because of your annoying stare
I seek to protect myself from Shaitan's tempting snare
Why do you seem offended by my dress code?
After all my veil does not cover my intellect nor taint my achievements
I am least bothered on whether or not you think I am pretty
My Hijab has rather strengthened me with inner beauty
To all those who think I am oppressed and not free
You see, you are rather suffering from oppression
You're chained in the dark world of fashion and greed
Where the nakedness of a woman is being given a price tag
Hear me as I say this out loud
I am a Hijabi and proud
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem