I’m a Muslim Woman
I’m a Muslim woman and I couldn’t pray my Jummah at the Mosque today, because I’m not worthy of being given prayer space to worship my Lord.
I’m a Muslim woman who gets abuse for wanting to fulfil my political jihad
I’m a Muslim woman and if I stand outside the Mosque to talk about helping the Ummah, I get filthy looks.
I’m a Muslim woman and today men too ‘holy’ to even acknowledge my existence, told me I was polluting the house of Allah by standing outside it.
I’m a Muslim woman and apparently there should be nothing more to my life than the kitchen and the bed.
I’m a Muslim woman and nothing I say matters, because in their eyes I’m a second-class person.
I’m a Muslim woman and today when I stood up to ask those Muslims coming from prayer to actually act on what they prayed, they told me I wasn’t dressed appropriately.
I’m a Muslim woman and apparently being able to see two inches past my wrist is going to turn people on, therefore my message about Palestinian women giving birth on check points is no longer relevant, because my wrist is on show.
I’m a Muslim woman who fights for the cause of Allah and I take inspiration from the female Mujaahidas during the time of the Prophet. One of them being Umm Umarah. In Sifat As-Safwah [2/63] the Prophet (PBUH), said about her: “I did not look left or right on the day of Uhud, except that I saw her fighting in front of me.”
I am a Muslim woman, and whilst some Muslim men only find courage in degrading their sisters, I’ll continue to fight for the honour that Muslim women have been given in Islam.
I’m a Muslim woman and Islam set me free.