My Hijab

Bismillah: In Honor of #WorldHijabDay and dedicated to my Muslim sisters all over the world being oppressed because of their choice to cover. I have wrote this poem for you, making my intention pure for Allah alone in sha Allah.  Ameen.



 

My Hijab:

A response to Eve Ensler’s “My Short Skirt”.


 

 

 

My Hijab.

 

My Hijab is my crown.

I am a queen, and like a queen I don’t shake hands with strange men.

 

My Hijab.

 

My Hijab is peace.

This piece of cloth that covers my aura.

Is serenity.

A sign of submission.

They say it’s a sign of submission to my husband.

I say:        No.

Submission to Someone much more important.

Omnipotent.

Allah.

Lord of the Worlds.

 

My Hijab.

 

My Hijab is a reminder.

A reminder to myself to behave in the manner I am supposed to:

With integrity.

Peacefully.

Respectfully.

Honestly.

Auspiciously.

Humbly.

Modestly.

 

My Hijab.

 

My Hijab may serve as a reminder to other people of how to treat me:

I am not an ornament for your eyes.

My beauty will not be cheapened by using pieces of my body to sell your:

Body wash

Cars or

Power tools.

I will not be used in some misogynists’ music video.

No.           You may not have my number.

 

 

All that man covets is hard to reach;

Gold and Jewels must be mined.

Oil must be drilled.

Pearls lie

Sealed

In shells

At the bottom of the sea.

Why is my body any different?

 

 

My Hijab, believe it or not, has nothing to do with you:

Your laws to ban it.

Your opinion that I’m oppressed.

Your view on my style of expression or belief system.

Your hateful heart and your hands that rip it from my head.

Your not in charge of my fate

My destiny.

My.          Maker.          Is.

 

My Hijab is my Piety.

My non con formation to mainstream.

 

I will NOT let YOU make me AFRAID.

This is who

I AM.

 

 

Before you made it something for people to fear.

And attached words like “Terrorist” to it.

Before you attempt to

Try to make me

Take it off,

or Assimilate.

 

My Hijab:

Get used to it. It’s not going away.

 

My Hijab is happiness:

Tranquility.

Serenity.

I am here.

I am empowered.

 

My Hijab is a liberation.

The Flag in the Muslimah Liberation.

The first movement of ‘feminism’;  started by the Prophet Muhammad.

May Peace and Blessings be Upon Him.

 

I declare these streets

Any streets

My Hijab’s country.

My Hijab’s Universe.

We are free and answer to God Alone.

But mainly

My Hijab and everything under it Is mine.

Mine

Mine

Mine.

My God Given Right.

My Freedom.

My Protection.

My Liberation.

My Dedication to My Maker and

No One Else.

 

 

niqab

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4 thoughts on “My Hijab

  1. Vanessa you wrote that?!!!! I saw it weeks ago but I thought you were forwarding me a poem you read. Now I’m all a flutter with excitement! I want to actually blow that poem up and dedicate an entire wall in my house to it. Until Sakeena memorized it! Allahuakbar.

    • Yes mashallah, I wrote it. But it was inspired by someone else’s piece on short skirts. Some of the lines are taken directly from it and I replaced hijab where “short skirt” was. One of my favorite lines “the flag in the Muslimah liberation”, is an example of how I replaced the word hijab and I think it fits better.

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