You wonder
what my shade is,
What it represents.
Call me anything;
An extremist,
a fundamentalist,
Anything you desire.
I don't care.
My shade is
My protection
from this evil world,
from roaming eyes,
from diseased hearts.
Call me anything;
Vain or Submissive.
I don't care.
My shade is
My Protection
of my beauty,
reserved for
one special gift
that God has given me;
My Life Partner.
This world is but a
fleeting moment about
to end at Any Time.
The Signs are here.
The Day of Judgement is coming.
No one will enter my grave with me except
My body, my heart, my soul.
Call me a pessimist,
Distressed,
Repressed,
Oppressed,
I don't care.
My shade Covers me
Like a tree from the sun;
Like a coat of wax on
your shiny new sports car.
My shade My protection,
is my Khimaar*,
I am a woman of Islam.
Khimar* - (Hijab)
Author - Sister Khadija Javed
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