Her right foot graciously extends from the step to the pavement
As the gates of the mosque remain behind her
And the gust of wind plays with her hijab
Her identity; one unmasked
Her modesty; gently ensured
Her passion lies secretly in her heart.
A heart shrouded by the security
Of the symbol of her garments
Yet, represented in all that she does.
   
Her reflection darting from one shop window to the next
She smiles as she serenely imagines
The wind violently surging through her horse's white mane
As she steadily carries the flag of Islam into the battle field
How obvious a Jihad is her imagination
Yet she is currently doing the same
With every glance in her direction
Allah Ta'ala's message reflected
Oh how the light shines!
 
They judge her without seeing
The intellect within
Neglecting the message which runs through her veins
Ignorant to the courage it takes
To carry the flag of Islam.

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