The Libral Muslim
Once there was a person I met.
Inspired me and became my favorite.
He used to teach some students.
And I visited him daily for some moments.
And then a girl came,
the girl with wearing veil.
Only her eyes used to be seen.
But that person was kind of mean.
Spoke against Hijab, to her.
And told it was to her personality a blur.
And that, take it off, she should.
So, her personality could.
Be brighten, and she will feel incredibly free.
And show to the world her hidden face.
And fear out of it, she should embrace.
Or she will lose modern world's race.
I defended and then his mouth was shut.
And i felt for first time a victory, but,
The next day that girl came, without her veil.
I couldn't know that I was defeated,
or it was Hijaab.
Time passed, and I forgot.
And I did not care about it a lot.
Next day from passing through the street,
Some was fighting in a house, I did hear.
It was that person, because veil, his wife did not wear.
(C) Abdur-Rehman Qadeer
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(May 18th,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An appreciable poem. Thanks