a beautiful poem for all muslimah
a beautiful poem for all muslimah
Mujahida V.2by Umm ZaidI am Khadijah
I was the first believerstood strong and supported my man
when the world was against himkept my back straight and surviveddignity by the caravan full
I believe in something greater than myselfI believe in something you can't seeandI am more than you imagined
I am `Ai'isha stood my ground against the slanderperpetrated against menever bent having trust thatthe truth would be Revealed
don't need you to like me`cuz my love for my Lord is
more than enough to sustain me through half-date daysuh-huh, that's right --I am more than you ever imagined.
No, I was never the mystery you created for me,
yet I've never been that easy for you to figure out.
I am Muslim woman, hear me roar,
700 million is too many for you to ignore.
You can find mein Cairo strugglingto survive in the City of the Deaddead-end jobwhere anger rises out of Upper Egyptwhere desert dust rises to choke the youngover in Jakarta stitchingtogether
$150 sneakers for the NBAgetting paid $2 a daywhile restlessness burnsthe country around meup in Tehran chador debatingthe finer pointsof foreign policy and culture and the new Iranian cinemalooking forward to a brighter futurerecovering from a war that cost us our fathers and brothersdown in Jenin arms reachingtowards heavenscreaming for my sons and daughters and landthroat burning rough and jaggedtears scorching hot and raggedMother of the Stonesrough and jagged in my handslike rocks we used to clearbefore planting our landback in Istanbul standingbefore soldiers with guns aimed at meforbidden an education becauseI have chosen not to reveal a thingon trial for treason because I've kept myself a secretthere in Baghdad beggingjournalists forcans of milk to feed my childsuspended between fear and numbnessI lost the ability to be shocked and awed years agothere is only sadness and the struggle to live and thattiny corner of peace in the morning when fajr is calledhere in New York where I'm part of the fabricand I'm notand all they care about is thefabric on my headstressing on the way I'm dressingblame is assigned easily, but I swear,I was washing dishes in my kitchenthat morning,I had nothing to do with it,I disassociate myself,I disavow myself,I'm not one of them,I'm youdon't you know me?Didn't we go for coffee together in college?Haven't I been your neighbor for years?in all of your myths I'm voicelessbut the truth is louder than wordsyou can stop lifting the veilgoing behind the burq'astop trying to pay a price for my honorand adding up 9 parts of desireno need to go in search of Islamic feminismit's the radical belief that Islam defines us as dignityand commands our men to honor thatI'm only a veiled threat to your mindset andit's time for a new paradigmwe can get beyond the veilas soon as you acknowledge thata woman wearing a face veilcan be just as complex and intelligentas the woman who lets it all hang outand if you wanna know aboutthe forgotten queens of IslamI'm right hereand in Cairo Jakarta Tehran Palestine Istanbul BaghdadIslamabad Herat Kuala Lampur Sarajevo Fez `Amman DearbornBradford Toronto and New YorkWherever you go, there you'll find mesister, wife, daughter, mother, friendmore than a terrorist's matemore than a scarfmore than one wife of manymore than a green card specialI lay claim to my inheritanceI am the daughter of the warrior NusaybahI am the daughter of Belqis the Queen of ShebaI am the daughter of the scholar Umm HaniI am the daughter of the zahida Rab'iaI am the daughter of the poet Maysun bint Bahdalwife of the khulafa,sister of the scholars,mother of the martyrs,I was never the mystery you created for me,yet have never been that easy to pin down.I believe in something greater than myself,something you can't see,my love for my Lordhas always been enough to sustain me.I am Muslim woman hear me roar,700 million is far too many for you to ignore.March 2003
Mujahida V.2by Umm ZaidI am Khadijah
I was the first believerstood strong and supported my man
when the world was against himkept my back straight and surviveddignity by the caravan full
I believe in something greater than myselfI believe in something you can't seeandI am more than you imagined
I am `Ai'isha stood my ground against the slanderperpetrated against menever bent having trust thatthe truth would be Revealed
don't need you to like me`cuz my love for my Lord is
more than enough to sustain me through half-date daysuh-huh, that's right --I am more than you ever imagined.
No, I was never the mystery you created for me,
yet I've never been that easy for you to figure out.
I am Muslim woman, hear me roar,
700 million is too many for you to ignore.
You can find mein Cairo strugglingto survive in the City of the Deaddead-end jobwhere anger rises out of Upper Egyptwhere desert dust rises to choke the youngover in Jakarta stitchingtogether
$150 sneakers for the NBAgetting paid $2 a daywhile restlessness burnsthe country around meup in Tehran chador debatingthe finer pointsof foreign policy and culture and the new Iranian cinemalooking forward to a brighter futurerecovering from a war that cost us our fathers and brothersdown in Jenin arms reachingtowards heavenscreaming for my sons and daughters and landthroat burning rough and jaggedtears scorching hot and raggedMother of the Stonesrough and jagged in my handslike rocks we used to clearbefore planting our landback in Istanbul standingbefore soldiers with guns aimed at meforbidden an education becauseI have chosen not to reveal a thingon trial for treason because I've kept myself a secretthere in Baghdad beggingjournalists forcans of milk to feed my childsuspended between fear and numbnessI lost the ability to be shocked and awed years agothere is only sadness and the struggle to live and thattiny corner of peace in the morning when fajr is calledhere in New York where I'm part of the fabricand I'm notand all they care about is thefabric on my headstressing on the way I'm dressingblame is assigned easily, but I swear,I was washing dishes in my kitchenthat morning,I had nothing to do with it,I disassociate myself,I disavow myself,I'm not one of them,I'm youdon't you know me?Didn't we go for coffee together in college?Haven't I been your neighbor for years?in all of your myths I'm voicelessbut the truth is louder than wordsyou can stop lifting the veilgoing behind the burq'astop trying to pay a price for my honorand adding up 9 parts of desireno need to go in search of Islamic feminismit's the radical belief that Islam defines us as dignityand commands our men to honor thatI'm only a veiled threat to your mindset andit's time for a new paradigmwe can get beyond the veilas soon as you acknowledge thata woman wearing a face veilcan be just as complex and intelligentas the woman who lets it all hang outand if you wanna know aboutthe forgotten queens of IslamI'm right hereand in Cairo Jakarta Tehran Palestine Istanbul BaghdadIslamabad Herat Kuala Lampur Sarajevo Fez `Amman DearbornBradford Toronto and New YorkWherever you go, there you'll find mesister, wife, daughter, mother, friendmore than a terrorist's matemore than a scarfmore than one wife of manymore than a green card specialI lay claim to my inheritanceI am the daughter of the warrior NusaybahI am the daughter of Belqis the Queen of ShebaI am the daughter of the scholar Umm HaniI am the daughter of the zahida Rab'iaI am the daughter of the poet Maysun bint Bahdalwife of the khulafa,sister of the scholars,mother of the martyrs,I was never the mystery you created for me,yet have never been that easy to pin down.I believe in something greater than myself,something you can't see,my love for my Lordhas always been enough to sustain me.I am Muslim woman hear me roar,700 million is far too many for you to ignore.March 2003
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