Zarah- A Muslim Against Time

Zarah- A Muslim Against Time

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Last published Wed, Feb 19, 2020

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A mysterious allure, Intoxicating scent, It seems even gods ashamed of her descent, Lips apposing the plumpest rose, Hair black as night, Smooth like woven silk, Appealing to men's delight, Her smile a sin, Her beauty in demeanour, Men trying constantly to get near her, Approving whistles, Brave eyes ponder, Who is this beautiful stranger yonder? A twist of fate, A hijab veiled face unfolds, Suddenly it's as if she's none of those, Ripped from her life, Struggling to fight, Wondering if god witnesses her might, Is she a criminal? A thug? One to be feared, Someone who no one should go near? Alas alas hurry away- she's coming close, Don't allow her access to clean clothes, Alone afraid, She sits alone, Wondering if death or destruction will be first to consume her, She's brave, A fighter, Abandoned since forever, Wishing for souls to not be repulsed by her essence, Whose this girl who always cries at the end of the street, Who fears consume her wherever she creeps, "She's a monster, afraid, emotionless and cold!" No- she's just Muslim girl, Who has a story to be told,

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