What It Whispers.

woman.

Pigtails and two of her teeth glistening under the sunlight,
Her laughter a music to the ears
And at times
Just at times,
An annoying siren to her mother.
She skipped around gleefully,
Talked on behalf of silence,
And offered love that was unbiased.
Her heart was not made for mountains
To be conquered
But for even them to crumble and shed tears,
When in moments of adversity.
But hey,
A little "girl" she was.

Womanhood hit her,
Puberty reformed her,
A few more hormones began their course,
And she was no more just a girl,
But an older sister,
A mother-to-be,
A wise old grand mother,
And only this she had been told.
But never did they tell that to some devouring men,
She was an object too.
An object of colour,
Even though she was clothed in black,
An object of fascination,
Even though it was her hands and face that were only seen,
And they say when a man has his way with a woman,
After he rips her womanhood,
Let's her bleed,
Scars her soul,
That she never knows love and intimacy at the same time after,
They say then,
That it was all her fault.

What a world do we live in,
Where suddenly walking on the busy road
In the midday had become a crime,
What a terrible world do we live in,
Where suddenly a woman being herself has become a crime?

Oh you who blame!
These Muslim women who are touched,
Are the ones covered from head to toe,
When they say that we cover to distract men,
Don't believe young girls
We cover because our Lord had asked us to,
We are protected because
Our Lord offered His Protection
We do not trust men to not touch us anymore,
For a man with the eyes of a hunter, will have his way anyhow,
And only God can protect us.
For there is no armour better than modesty for the sake of Him,
Prayers to Him,
Fear for Him,
Help from Him, and
Love for Him.
Oh young girls,
You are not covering just to avert men,
For you to say
That it is not of use anyway
If they still manage to stare and bore holes through your clothes,
And touch you.
You are not doing it for them,
You are doing it for your Lord
And so am I.

Protect yourself,
Learn to fight,
Trust warmth,
Ignore the cold.
Let's learn to not impress the devouring ones
For filth remains where it is,
It is not given a place where pearls reside,
And you are a pearl.
Nothing less, only more.
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