Wednesday, February 13, 2013

HIJAB POEM




You look at me and call me oppressed
Simply because of the way I’m dressed
You know me not for what is inside
You judge the clothing I wear with pride
  
                                                  My body is not for your eyes to hold                                    
You must speak to my mind
Not my feminine mould
I’m an individual
I’m no man’s 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 law from God that I obey
Oppressed 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 liberty
When He sent Islam to you and me!



Siti Nur Aisyah adalah anak saudara aku yg pertama. Dia berumur 7 tahun. Alhamdulilah, kecenderungan dia lebih kepada hal kegamaan.

Aisyah : Kenapa perempuan pakai baju hitam tu pakai tudung pas tu tutup muka dia.
Ummi : Dia pakai purdah. Apabila seseorang wanita itu ingin mengelakkan dari lelaki lain melihat wajahnya dengan penuh rasa nafsu. maka dia menutup wajahnya yg cantik itu.
Aisyah : Kakak nk pakai purdah la..

Sedari dia kecil, dia bijak memilih pakaian, malah dia ingin memakai stokin bagi menutup aurat pada kakinya.. Subhanallah!!! Hebat ciptaan mu YaAllah!!