Heads turn,
Smiles wither to frowns,
The twinkle in their eyes vanishes
Because a Muslimah proudly wears her crown.
Cruel whispers touch her back
And crawl to her innocent ears.
They are disturbed by her head covering,
They think it supresses her thoughts and voice
But, they don't know
That her hijab-
Her beautiful crown
Liberates her
From their mindset that is narrow,
From their values that are bleak.
What kind of freedom is this?
Where judgement is more significant
Than humanity.
She is a Hijabi
And a Muslimah too
But they forget she is human-
Unlike them, she is not cruel.
But they are,
They will be
As they become monsters
Due to dried up wells of humanity,
Due to lies infiltrating their brains.
The media has spread too many rumours,
They don't tire,
They don't fade.
So the monsters leap
And play their role well-
They strip the Muslimah of her Hijab,
They take away her beautiful crown.
But, they've demeaned her strength
Because without her Hijab
She is still Muslimah
And she is strong.
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Social Slave
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