Stare

Stare
You stare at me curiously
You stare at me with animosity
You stare at me pointedly
My Hijab, it's my identity
But, you've already judged me
My body, is not a commodity
But, you've already categorized me

Let me explain to you what you're unwilling to see
I wear it for it was God's decree
I wear it for my modesty and chastity
It was my choice, and no my parents didn't make me
And yes I'm educated, in Islam it's my duty
Real freedom is being judged on your personality and not if you dress reveilingly
It's being judged on the intellegince of your mind and not the size of your behind
It's being judged on the content of your character not on your body in a magazine making paper

So go ahead and stare at me
I don't need to compromise myself to win popularity
My purpose in my life is to worship He who has created me
Not to please someone that was created by He
So please, go take a look at a mirror
Maybe the image of someone whose been truly oppressed will be clearer

BY: Mawada