A POEM TITLED HIJAB MAKES ME A SLAVE BY AHMADU USMAN ODE

HIJAB MAKES ME A SLAVE 

Hijab makes me a slave
To He that comforts me when in grave,
After I shall be reduced to corpse:
Whence I’ve drank from death’s cups.

Death cups of both sweet and sour
And bitter and salty, by the last hour,
Will I be asked of life I did ride,
If it was perfumed by Hijab- my pride?

Hijab- my pride; Niqab- my guide…
To becoming a lunar bride
Of illuminated faith (Imaan),
Whence I’d lowered the gaze of a man.

The gazes of human which shaytan pets
Couldn’t cut through my Hijab- I bet.
This pride makes me secured and saved.
Why won’t I rejoice if by it I’m enslaved?

Though I’m not enslaved nor maltreated
Instead, my weak Faith’s wounds are treated.
Though obstacles have formed it’s team;
Mockery and my tiny self esteem.

Self esteem that makes me want to ask
If putting on Hijab will be an easy task?
I felt lonely, struggling with my identity.
I hadn’t understood the hijab- so, see?

I only thought it chases gazes of men.
I only thought it’s identity of Muslim women.
Not until I got to know her (the hijab)
I fell in instant love with her(my hijab).

Hijab is a connection between me and my lord.
It proves my beauty is validated by God.
So- why won’t I be proud being it’s slave?
Hijab made me a queen who is so brave.

©Ahmadu Usman Ode

 

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Author: TaekPoet

Mahmud Sufiyan also known as TaekPoet in the literary world. He is a writer of short stories, a poet, haiku Lover and martial artist.

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