أختاه يا بنت الإسلام تحشمي

[walaa bent aleslam]

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاااته



how are you every one




You look at me and call me oressed



Simply because of the way I'm dressed



You know me not for what's inside



You judge the clothing I wear with pride



My body's not for your eyes to hold



You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold



I'm an individual, I'm no mans slave



It's Allah's pleasure that I only crave



I have a voice so I will be heard



For in my heart I carry His word



" O ye women, wrap close your cloak, So you won't be bothered by



ignorant folk",



Man doesn't tell me to dress this way



It's a Law from God that I obey



Oressed is something I'm truly NOT



For liberation is what I've got



It was given to me many years ago



With the right to prosper, the right to grow



I can climb mountains or cross the seas



Expand my mind in all degrees



For God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY



When He sent Islam



To You and Me!