Poem: On Hijab and Oppression
Author Unknown

You look at me and call me oppressed,
Simply because of the way Iím dressed,

You know me not for whatís inside,
You judge the clothing I wear with pride,

My body is not for your eyes to hold,
You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mould,

Iím an individual, Iím no mans slave,
Itís Allahís pleasure that I only crave,

I have a voice so I will be heard,
For in my heart I carry His word,

ďO ye women, wrap close your cloak, so you wonít be bothered by ignorant folkĒ,

Man doesnít tell me to dress this way,
Itís a law from God that I obey,

Oppressed is something Iím truly NOT,
For liberation is what Iíve got,

It was given to me many years ago,
With the right to prosper, the right to grow,

I can climb mountains or cross the seas,
Expand my mind in all degrees,

For God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,
When He sent Isl„m,
To You and Me!