By Noor H. Salem, TMO Foundation
They say that Iâ€™m oppressed because I cover my hair, They are misinformed, and by that I swear, Misinformed because they lack, the knowledge that I own, Knowledge that changed, throughout the years Iâ€™ve grown, I cover my hair, not by force or shame, But by obedience to my Creator, His satisfaction is my aim, My birth, life and death, are all to Him alone, Thatâ€™s why my beauty to strangers, isnâ€™t ever shown, Women are treated like sex objects, billboards and ads, And they wonder why young girls, get harassed by their dads, They wonder why a 1000 girls, die every single year, Of eating disorders, as they try to impress their thinner peer, When a size zero isnâ€™t good enough, you know there is something wrong, Even when the girlâ€™s been thin all along, They wonder why women are rapped day and night, They donâ€™t realize what the media is doing, just isnâ€™t right, I was once a size one, and with societies push I thought, A size zero is better, and thatâ€™s the next thing I bought, Double zero came quite fast, and thatâ€™s when I began to think, Is this really what I want in life, to continue to shrink?
I realized there is more to life, than beauty and my size, And society is killing us, and it doesnâ€™t seem to realize, I became thankful for my religion, for Iâ€™m not judged on my face, But the true purpose- good deeds; itâ€™s all one big race, A race to Paradise, an option for us after we die, Of course Hell is the other, for those who deny and always lie, Why waste my time, worrying about my eyelinerâ€™s perfection, Or the fact that I need to renew my lipstick collection, Why deprive myself of food, and have celery and carrots for dinner, And ignore my loved ones who tell me, I keep on getting thinner, Why live my life to try impressing those around me, When in the end, theyâ€™re judged at a total different degree, A degree based on our actions, words, and deeds, A good deed would be, like fulfilling otherâ€™s needs, A deed like this of course, weights quite heavy on the scale, The scale that REALLY counts, the one we donâ€™t want to fail, Itâ€™s not digits of your pounds; itâ€™s not length of your hair, Itâ€™s the good that you do, hear me out if you care!
Weâ€™re all going to die, and end up in the same place: underground, So why sit here and try, to make this life so sound, Why build up our wealth, our beauty and our fame, On the day we are judged, all this is going to be so lame, Allah is not going to ask me why I went from 90 to 99 (pounds), And Heâ€™s not going to punish me, because my eyes didnâ€™t â€œshineâ€, With the so called foundation, mascara, and blush, So girl Iâ€™m gonna tell ya, keep your words in and â€œhushâ€, If youâ€™re blinded from the truth, I pray for you each day, To be guided on the path, the one and only way, For eternal bliss, eternal, yes, as in forever, So you tell me, whatâ€™s more clever?
Live this life as if itâ€™s going to last, Then get a smack in the face, when I lay in my cast, Or stick to my heart, and follow my deen, The deen of Islam, I believe in the Unseen, Throughout the past few years, Iâ€™ve realized more and more, Islam is so beautiful; itâ€™s a total different door, Than what society perceives it to be, oppression, terror and hate, Wake up and realize this, before itâ€™s too late, I am proud of my religion; itâ€™s a protection for me, And after reading this and learning, you just have to agree!
A shout out to my friends, my family and more, Who cover their beauty, as they walk out their door We donâ€™t need the approval of strangers, we donâ€™t need their rates, They didnâ€™t create us, and theyâ€™re not the ones to open Heavens gates, Does it really make you feel good, at the whistle from the guys As they stare your behind up and down, checking out your thighs Does it really make you feel good, at the winks and the flirts Does it make you happy, because for you my heart hurts!
You walk in arrogance, as if showing more skin means youâ€™re better than me, And I walk in laughter, because I know you are NOT what I want to be, I donâ€™t need attention from the senior guys, I donâ€™t need to sit and flirt, Because I am a human, and donâ€™t deserve to be treated like dirt, Covering up myself makes me feel real great, Knowing Iâ€™m not an object, for others to use at their own rate, Iâ€™ve gained respected for my personality, from strangers all around, And thatâ€™s when I truly realized, Islam is very sound, My name is Noor Salem, and I shout out loud, My religion is Islam, and I am VERY proud, Those who hate can hate, those who lie may do, But in the end what will emerge, is everything thatâ€™s true, I thank Allah for my religion, deep down in my heart, And I pray to stay on the path, until the day I depart.
Copyright 2011Â© Noor H. Salem