That veil you say
hides and oppresses her,
little you know, gives her the power to be seen.
By whom, you say?
her Lord you see,
for what she is,
is more than perceived
by her beauty, kept sacred.
She has a soul,
an intellect, a mind that is her own
But how, you say?
Her Lord you see,
created her to be this way
A daughter
;wife
;a mother yet, Paradise is at her feet,
she holds the power,
The key to thee,
revolution, that will set us free.
For her heart is pure,
her soul is chaste, waiting patiently for thee
But why, you say?
Her Lord you see
Has chosen for her, the one and only.
In every way she is protected,
from those wandering eyes, you see.
A precious stone, a pearl so poise,
would you leave them out to be;
exposed?
For the validation of society, of patriarchy
Has never fit this narrative, written centuries ago
etched in stone,
you see, it is,
The beauty of Islam
that has empowered women, beyond your thought
we are stronger arm in arm
That veil you say, now I understand,
A sanctuary, I see
Can I join you under your canopy?
for I’d also like to be free.
