Hijab

Me,

Love,

Respect,

Sense of Self,

Covering my hair,

Showing Allah I care,

Protecting my modesty,

Exchanging lies for honesty,

Without Hijab, no one could tell,

Unprotected; without my Islamic shell,

Lies, as if to tell the world “Muslim, I am not”,

“I want to die with all of you and burn in Hell so hot”,

“Come men and talk with me, I am married but do not care”,

“I give you my permission to desire with your unbroken stare”,

“I want to show you what I have, make it look pretty for you to see”,

“I want you to desire and lust while other Hijab wearing woman envy me”,

But I chose to be honest letting the world to see, I am a Muslimah so happy,

Free from Satan’s enslavement, free for Jennah’s engagement, I am free!,

Allah’s blessings so gently bestowed upon my head, gently in deed,

Hugs from the cloth that covers me, Liberated from Satin’s greed,

I am a Muslimah, Shouting it out yet silently without a voice,

I am a Muslimah, I am a Muslimha by my own choice,

No man owns me, no man controls me, I am free,

Allah owns me, Allah freed me to be me,

Allah loves me, I respect Allah,

Allah is my God, Oh Allah!

I am me, I am a Hijabi!

My Sense of Self,

My Respect,

Love,

Me!

Copyright ©2006 Heather El Khiyari

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Prophet of Love

In the beginning we were all the same,
Born of a mother, enlightened before she gave us our name,
To each soul born a purpose is served.

Some walk a straight path, for others, it is curved.

Oh Mohammed, from Allah you came,

Born of a mother, with Islam to proclaim.

Your purpose was served, Allah's words you relayed.

Following His commands, ‘twas Allah you obeyed.

Oh messenger of God, who loved life and peace,

Who was attacked, unjustly, by a press release.

What would you had said, if you were here today,

To your lovers of life, and to those who are astray?

Dear beloved of Allah, I personally so think,

You would have told us to have mercy, on those with hateful ink.

When men killed their newborn girls, by Allah's word you held strong,

To save their lives, you corrected what was wrong.

My reasoning is this, you taught love for life,

To kill one, is to kill many, even if by excited strife.

Dear beloved of Allah, I personally so think,

You would have had mercy, on those with hateful ink.

Every time you passed her window, she threw trash in your way,

Yet in love you went along, until one fateful day.

Visiting when she was sick, showing her mercy and kindness,

From Jewish to Muslim, Allah led her from her blindness.

My reasoning is this, in your mercy I dwell upon,

With love you taught, and with love you won.

Speaking without words, in silence you rose above,

With compassion you showed mercy, in mercy you knew love.

Dear beloved of Allah, I personally so think,

You would have had mercy, on those with hateful ink.

Copyright ©2006 Heather El Khiyari

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