Look past my veil. Look deep into my heartAlthough it won’t happen quickly; Take a moment to start.Perhaps I am different; Maybe I don’t fit the mold.But I’m just a girl; And my message is bold.
I suppose being a Muslim,Puts me in the spotlight.Not the leading role I wanted to take,But not a role I am planning to fight
Opposing the prejudice and, And enduring the glares.The violence of terror, the assault of insult, The storms of hatred and the wicked stares.
What would I tell the world, About my deen?I would say that in Islam,A woman is treated like a Queen.
Forget the skewed images, Of mistreatment and oppression.With dignity and respect ,How we’re treated without question.
I feel liberated with this simple cover,It is my protection, my pride.My religion is nothing shameful,Nor something I am willing to hide.
There was no pressure, Nothing to convince,It was my choice, something I just felt I had to do.It is my commitment to God, to my faith,The moment I was ready, I just knew.
I knew it would be tough, And people would ask.I’m strong in body and mind, Completely up to the task.
I knew I’d have to prove myself,Many would assume.That I wore it hide myself ,Or my parents brought me a groom.
You should know I am educated,An educator to be exact.You do not have to tiptoe around me,Afraid of how I may react.
I’m a typical girl, A hopeless romantic you see.I like sports, movies and shopping;You probably had the wrong idea of me.
Look past my veil. Look deep into my heartAlthough it won’t happen quickly, take a moment to start.Perhaps I am different, and maybe I don’t fit the mold.But I’m just a girl and my message is bold.