Remember the time when you were in hands of beasts,
Remember when your body was no more than  a  feast!
Remember  when the souls were buried with the dead,
Remember  when there was no wisdom in the.. .heads!
Remember the time when the hearts were  stone hard,
Remember the time when  the chastity, had no guard!
Remember the time when you strangled all your sighs,
Remember when all the tears dried out in your eyes!

Then,

Remember when SOMEONE held fast your...trembling hands,
Remember from your grave,  you were pulled out on the land!
Remember that you were dressed with the clothes of dignity,
Remember a veil was drawn....... over the gaze of impurity!
Remember the revolution....that  you brought into the world,
Remember how motherhood ,.. shapened straight ,the curled!
Remember how you made the human out of the....... animals'
Remember how you  created a society out of ......a jungle!

Now !

You  prefer the death over the life you were blessed with,
You forgot.....to wear the clothes your were dressed with!
You left all the  modest values aside ,..copying  the West,
You forgot your  very own self ,.... the pure,.. the best!
Go and search for the coffin you left  beside your grave !
And wear that  shame  to be alive,if you really are brave!
Don't forget the lessons of history ,.... O woman of East!
Don't try to make,out of yourself , a feast for the beasts!

No Longer shackled by the oppression of miniskirts and see-thru shirts,
my sisters stand strong.
Covered by beautiful cloth as a submission to ALLAH
my sisters stand strong
they stand apart from the crowd. The many taunts, stares and leers,
my sisters stand strong
never dissuading from following the Deen
my sisters stand strong
Real women indeed, the epitome of femininity
elegant, secure, complete human beings
my sisters stand strong
not slaves to the world of fashion
my sisters stand strong
fashion is always having the fads asking
for women to dress in as little as they possibly can.
Miniskirts see-thru shirts and hip hugging pants
the Hijab is for the sake of ALLAH
in Iman and in Taqwa
lowering their gaze continuously giving praise
my sisters stand strong
living by the rules of the Qur'an
and following the Prophet's Sunnah
my sisters stand strong
these sisters refuse to be made into objects, by men.
Such are my sisters in Islam
my sisters live on!

Hello oppressed,
With that scarf around your head,
That you surely must dread,
Aren't you hot?
Can't you see it's sunny,
Aren't your ears cold,
They try to be funny,
But some seriously suggest,
That I am oppressed,
Because I can't flaunt what I got,
And they look at the way that I'm dressed,
All covered up,
From head to toe,
How am I to attract the men,
Without a little show?
So I tell them,
I'm oppressed,
Because men can't see past the fabric?
They are stuck with a conversation
And a brain to pick,
I flaunt,
Yes I do,
My personality is what I flaunt,
I swear, it's true,
I aint no object
In men's desire,
Nor am I a curve size,
Because I have attire,
And they tell me,
Well, you were forced,
Obviously,
Your dad had a belt,
And so you agreed,
No, it was my choice,
I did agree,
In fact,
After I did cover up,
Men stopped checking out my behind,
And started looking at who I am on the inside,
And after I did,
Respect came my way,
Heads didn't turn lolling as I passed men's way,
But I guess some like that attention,
And women,
This isn't a stab at you,
I'm just expressing my point of view,
After dealing with stereotypes of what people tell me I am,
I can even see it in their eyes,
Like my attire should be banned,
And especially older women,
Look at me with pity,
Poor child, I wish I could help her and show her the way,
Cause according to Fox tv, they've gone astray,
Poor abused women, dressed in black,
Can't those mean men cut them a little slack?
But to their surprise,
I choose to wear it,
To me its freedom,
Freedom from fashion implications,
Telling you how to talk, dress and look,
Advertising the new trend,
To get you on the hook,
Of being what the fashion industry can make money off of,
I wear what I want and dress to impress,
Myself and God,
And nobody else,
I wear pants and I wear skirts,
I wear socks and long shirts,
And if my name callers aren't happen with that,
Then come and liberate me,
Which in now a day's terms,
Means kill me.

Her long, thick brown hair
Falling against her back
Her tan bronze skin
Shining in the sunlight
With baby soft curves

What happens when she steps outside?
She becomes nothing but a shadowy ghost
Nothing more than a lady
In a hijab is what they thought
But she holds her head up high

As she walks down the streets
She sees men whistling at their girls
What do they think that women are
A piece of meat waiting to be inspected?
She feels so bad for them

But as she walks into her husbands arms
Her partner
Her one and only love
Her husband
She becomes transformed
Into her beautiful self
For only his eyes to see

What is it you think you see when you look at me?
No rights, no freedoms, oppressed and scared?
Why?  Because I cover my hair?
What will it take to make you understand?
This path I walk is God's plan!
Just as in the Bible, He commands
For you to cover yourself, except your face and hands!

So please, do not pity me
I cover myself because HE commands
as I humble myself to HIS holy plan!
With my scarf and modest dress
I command of men my full respect!
They do not look at me as an object or prize to obtain
But value me for my intellect and self-respecting ways!

So the tear you see roll down my cheek
is a tear for you and not for me!
For the one who is truly oppressed
are the slaves to fashion, beauty and dress!
As the men of the "modern world" undress you
to sell their shoes and cars
You starve, your purge, you implant and you tuck
to still never feel pretty enough!

So with my head held high, and my veil pulled tight
I walk with pride tonight
With hope that someday you'll see
Just how LIBERATING it is
to be covered like me!