People ask me if I’m hot
Why they ask me this, I know not
Are they trying to ask how do I stay
Covered up when Summer’s well on its way?
Are they trying to say I don’t know
That if I’m hot I must cool down so
My body temperature drops
And I don’t feel faint
Are they telling me this because
They don’t see a saint
When they see my covered head
Or a nun or a monk or a priest
Who’s chosen to cover up
Because they believe in a higher decree
Who’s chosen to put their Lord above
This material world
Who’s chosen to sacrifice her looks
For something high
Done something solid instead of simply watching life pass her by
No, they see a girl oppressed
They see someone who doesn’t look like them
‘She sometimes wears a flowing skirt
She looks like she’s walking on air
If we look the other way when she smiles
We can pretend she’s not there
She must have been forced to wear attire such as that
Surely she hasn’t chosen to wear that instead of a hat
When it’s sunny outside
Surely she wants to run and laugh, dizzy and free
And shout out loud and jump about
In little shorts and a T,
If she were given the choice she would look like us
I’m sure she doesn’t choose to dress like that, nobody does
If she does then why can her husband walk free?
To dress as he wills, he can dance with glee’
But even though they’re right
He doesn’t wrap a cloth around his head
He has a little hat on instead
His shorts must go down to his knee
He shouldn’t be wearing jeans as skinny as these
This is what we call modesty
Now ask yourself this
When you see a pearl
Through the dirt, did it swirl?
Has it been shown off a lot?
Or was it left out to rot?
Polished, covered, protected,
Does it shine all the more?
Does it glow?
Does it become a thing of beauty that people adore?
When I started to cover
I shocked my gay friends
They thought this was the point where our friendship ends
They didn’t know covering was more about me and less about them!
I was still the same,
I wasn’t oppressed
And I certainly didn’t need education from the West
To get myself out of this mess!
A woman who chooses her Lord above all
Isn’t a woman who’s going to fall
Who needs some help
Who needs a voice
Whose words are faded out
Who isn’t able to shout!
Of course she’d like to walk out into the waves
With bare feet and shorts on
Without a care in the world
That’s why we need ladies’-only territories!
She can do this in a Muslim country with the right facilities!
The leisure centres here only cater for those of us who want to mix,
Why can’t they give us the freedom we desire?!
Those who are in management think about this
This will help those other people who are more conservative or conscious of their body image too!
Do we really have to mix with men at a pool?
We deserve a place of our own! Oh what bliss!
Somebody called this hijabism
When I’m discriminated against because
Of what I wear
Because I choose to cover my hair
I think it’s about education
I want to send a message to this nation
It’s because I don’t care what a man thinks
That I cover my hair for my Lord
And don’t look like a minx
When I leave my house
Yes because I’m not going to dress according
to what pleases them
No, I’m less oppressed
Less of a mess
When I get to choose the way I dress!!
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