Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Amalia Zahra
I read this poem on the Muslim Youth Ireland page on Facebook. I love it so much that I want to share it with you, readers. Dedicated to all sisters. ;)
Hijab
I turn the corner find people looking and staring
Simply because my hair isn’t baring
I wonder why…
I then realise…
Some think I am controlled
Whilst others believe I am uneducated
I wonder why…
I then realise…
These people with these thoughts feel I have no voice
They think being hooded means I have no choice
I wonder why…
I then realise…
People whisper that I am oppressed and rejected
For they do not know I am covered and well respected!
I am not judged by how I look
But the way I speak and my conduct
So while passers by may see me as a reject
I know inside I am perfect
~ anonymous (will be updated once I know the author)
source of the picture above: my private collection, taken at Botanics Garden, Dublin.
2 comments:
ngerti dikit doang... mantap! lanjutkan... :D
Thanks De. Udah lama juga gak nulis lg.. *cari inspirasi*
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