When will you see?
What do you see when u look at me?
Do you see someone limited or someone free?
In the streets they stop and stare,
Saying what’s the point of covering her hair?
Apparently I am oppressed,
Un-liberated because of the way I’m dressed.
Uneducated without a voice,
Like the wearing of the veil is not my choice.
I’m dictated to wear it by tyrants like my father,
How about the Almighty Creator, rather?
They see themselves generous wanting to set me free,
To “liberate” me in the world of democracy.
They truly believe that they are free,
That living in the West is the key,
Do they not see that “freedom” consists of abuse and
cheating? Couples meet and embrace their eyes never meeting. They
make their own laws and morals, Between all the insignificant
quarrels, So yes, maybe the boys won’t call me a cutie, But I contain
much more inner beauty. So next time you see a sister wearing hijab,
And you drive past in your fancy Saab. She is not wearing it because
she is caged, There is no reason to be outraged, It shows her love
and fear of the Almighty Creator, The soul giver and life taker, We
are the women standing up for our cause, We are the ones that deserve
applause. Yet, the singers that show more skin than not, Are
idolised. Fear not, because in the hereafter they will surely rot.
With the will of God we will succeed, And at that time you will want
to read, Your ignorance will finally wash away, Yet it will be much
too late that day.
Yasmin Mahomed (Aged 13)