I keep up to my Deen by covering my head
It meaning it not about needles and thread.
It a cloth of dignity and respect,even for the dead.
How I wear it defines me a lot
But to some it an ordinary cloth.
If I don't put it on,I feel exposed
Like a open garbage disposed.
It just like,the paradise gates are closed.
I feel tempted by how I see some girls dressed.
When I go in mist of them,I get messed.
But I realize,my life with hijab is been blessed.
I am confident and proud of my hijab.
I made it open and plain
I cover my head not my brain.
