| The Veil
By Dawud Wharnsby They Say, “O Poor Girl, you’re so beautiful you know. It’s a shame that you cover up your beauty so.” She just smiles and graciously responds reassuringly: “This beauty that I have is just a simple part of me, This body that I have no stranger has a right to see. These long clothes, the shawl I wear ensure my modesty. Faith is more essential than fashion, wouldn’t you agree?” This hijab, the spark of piety. Is an act of faith, a symbol for all the world to see: A simple cloth to preserve her dignity. So lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity. They tell her: “Girl don’t you know, this is the West, you are free. You don’t need to be oppressed, ashamed of your femininity.” She just shakes her head, and she speaks so assuredly: “See the billboards and the magazines, that line the checkout isles, With their phoney painted faces, and their hair brushed smiles, With their sheer clothes and local gowns, they are really not for me. You call it freedom, and I call it anarchy. This hijab, the spark of piety. Is an act of faith, a symbol for all the world to see: A simple cloth to preserve her dignity. So, lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity. Lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity Lift the veil from your heart and seek the heart of purity. |
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