My Hijab... My Dignity
I walk on the street with my head held high; everyone turns to look
You eye me critically, wondering why I’m dressed like this.
This is my hijab, my life and what I depend on.
You don’t know a thing; you judge me from what you see.
Why don’t you look deep within and see the person I am?
I believe in my religion and I know my creator.
Why don’t you look around and observe your surroundings; after all there is no painting without its artist.
We see, smell and hear everything around us, but who gave us the ability to do so?
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