Look past my veil. Look deep into my heart Although 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 heart Although 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.