Guest Post: The Object of Defiance
You tell me I’m just like you, a citizen born in the land of the free,
Except when I exercise that freedom, all you do is stare at me.
You’re thinking what’s this thing wrapped around her head.
I bet her parents told her to put it on otherwise she’ll be dead
Isn’t she hot? doesn’t she get frustrated?
Doesn’t she just want to rip it off and become liberated?
And why does she have that long looking dress?
It doesn’t even fit, it’s too loose, what a mess!
Why can’t she wear tight pants and a short skirt?
You know, the skimpy ones that show off her assets and kind of make her
look like dirt.
Isn’t she scared of being different? Is she stupid or what?
Doesn’t she know that uniqueness is a crime and those who practice it
will be cut,
From the very fabric of society that they were born and raised,
In the playground just like the rest of us is where she spent most of
But if she is like us then why doesn’t she conform?
She needs to do to what we do, just stick to the norm.
You know every time I ask her to party with us she declines.
She is so anti-social and she doesn’t even mind,
And did you see what she did the other day?
A man yelled from a mosque and she got up to pray,
Mid-way through our discussion, now that’s just plain rude.
Doesn’t she care about our judgements or how she is viewed?
She put her forehead to the ground, I swear she was hiding a bomb,
And when I asked her what she was doing, she wouldn’t dare respond.
After she finished though she looked up to the sky with her hands
Then she turned around to me, she didn’t look at all phased.
After all my yelling at her, all she did was smile.
Then she said 'please sit down this may take a while.'
Hey Miss ‘assumption maker’ my name is Miss’ Muslimah’ how do you do?
I wonder if you’ll have the intelligence to understand my reply to you.
The garments I wear are to guard my most prized treasures,
And the reason I do it is to seek my lord’s pleasure.
You see when a man looks at me all covered, he sees that I have much to
And because I don’t lay it all out for him he is forced to see what’s
on the inside.
Tight fitted jeans and miniskirts were never my thing.
The only one who will see my treasures is the one who gives me a ring,
And no I don’t wear these garments because someone tells me to,
I have never felt oppressed, though I cannot say the same for you.
The only decree I follow is that of my lord, his word is my law.
If I were to follow your rules, there would always be a flaw.
I leave you mid discussion not in rudeness but in haste,
Because I have a meeting with God and God should never be made to wait.
When I put my head to the floor that gives me some humility,
It reminds me of who I am, my creator and what he has done for me.
So NO I’m not a hiding a bomb, I’m paving the way by my steps,
For where I will finish this life and end up in the next,
And for those reasons I don’t go out and intoxicate myself to the point
of no control,
Because if I don’t have mental reasoning at all times who will reckon
with my soul?
It’s a shame that you look at me and see a crime waiting to happen.
If you only knew that a true Muslim would rather die than cause harm in
such an action.
My religion teaches us to be peaceful, content and treat others with
Don’t judge it by the wrongdoers that call their actions Islamic in
Their actions do not speak for me; they are a detriment to my community.
They try to damage a beautiful religion that came in the form of such
So, I don’t know how you will react to this; your eyes and ears may
still be closed,
But if you’ve taken in anything I’ve said to you then there is still a
glimmer of hope.
By Amaal Ahmed