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Monday, August 4, 2008

In the name of Allah, Beneficent, the Merciful

As-salaamu alaykum,

Here is a poem celebrating the conviction of our Muslim sisters.
It was taken from the poetry section of the Anwaar ul-Haqq page
located at http://home1.gte.net/mujahid.
Insha'Allah, visit this site and submit articles or poems.

No longer shackled by the oppression
of miniskirts and see-thru shirts,
my sisters stand proud.
Covered by cloth and more so by conviction
submission to Allah, they stand apart from the crowd.
The taunts, the jeers, the stares, the leers
Never fazing or dissuading them from following the deen.
Real women they be, the epitome of femininity
strong, secure, complete human beings.
Not slaves to the world of fashion
which is always askin'
for women to dress in as less as they can.
Their hijab is for the sake of Allah
in imaan and taqwa
they refuse to be objectified by man.
Such are my sisters in Islam.

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