From a Muslim to non-Muslim Woman



When you look at me

all you can see

Is the scarf that covers my hair

My word you can`t hear

Because you`re too full of fear,

Mouth gaping, all you do is stare.

You think it`s not my own choice,

In your own `liberation` you rejoice.

You`re so thankful that you`re not me.

think I`m uneducated,

Trapped, oppressed and subjugated.

You`re so thankful that you are free.

But Western women you`ve got it wrong-

You`re the weak and i`m the strong,

For I`ve rejected the trap of man.

Fancy clothes- low neck, short skirt,

These are devices for pain and hurt,

Always jumping to the male agenda,

Competing on his terms.

No job share, no baby-sitting facilities,

No feeding and diaper-changing amenities.

No equal pay for equal skill-

Your job they can always fill.

Is this liberation?

a person with ideas and thought,

I`m not for sale, I can`t be bought.

I won`t decorate anyone`s arm,

Nor be promoted for my charm.

There`s more to me than playing coy.

Living life as a balancing game- mother,

Daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, ****, lover-

And still bring home a wage.

Who thought up this modern

`freedom`



Where man can love`em and man can leave `em.

This is not free but life in a cage.



Western women you can have your life.

Mine- it has less strife.

cover and i get respected

Surely that`s to be expected-

For I won`t demean the feminine

I won`t live to a male criterion.

I dance to my own tune,

And I hope you see this very soon,

For your own sake- wake up and use your sight!

Are you so sure that you are right?