Object of Despair

by Fahim Firfiray (Abu Omar)

    Emma is a lawyer
    And so is Aisha too
    Colleagues going into court
    At circa half past two

    Its 1 O'clock right now
    They grab a bite before the trial
    They chat about this and that
    Conversing with a smile

    Aisha is in full hijab
    With a loose all over suit
    Emma's in her business wear
    With accessories taboot

    Emma's really quite bemused
    At Aisha's godly ways
    She looks Aisha in the eyes
    And very firmly says

    You're a smart girl Aisha
    Why do you wear that across your hair?
    Subjugated by "man"-kind
    An object of despair

    Take it off my sister
    Let your banner be unfurled
    Don't blindly follow all around

    Aisha is amazed
    But not the least bit shy
    She bravely puts her milk shake down
    And gives Emma the reply

    My dear sister Emma,
    Why do you dress the way you do?
    The skirt you're wearing round your waist,
    Is it really you?

    Now that we've sat down,
    I see you tug it across your thighs,
    Do you feel ashamed?
    Aware of prying eyes?

    I see the way you're sitting,
    Both legs joined at the knees,
    Who forces you to sit like that?
    Do you feel at ease?

    I'll tell you who obliges you,
    To dress the way you do,
    Gucci, Klein and St. Laurent,
    All have designs on you!

    In the main, its men my friend,
    Who dictate the whims of fashion,
    Generating all the garb,
    To incite the basest passion

    "Sex Sells" there is no doubt,
    But who buys with such great haste,
    The answer is the likes of you,
    Because they want to be embraced......

    They want to be accepted,
    On a level playing field
    Sure, with brain and intellect
    But with body parts revealed

    Intelligence and reason
    Are useful by and by
    But if you want to make a mark
    Stay appealing to the eye

    You claim your skirt is office like
    A business dress of sorts
    Would we not laugh at Tony Blair
    If he turned up in shorts?

    His could be the poshest pants
    Pinstripe from Saville Rowe
    But walking round like that my friend
    He'd really have to go

    Why do you douse yourself with creams
    To make your skin so milky?
    Why do rip off all your hair
    To keep your body silky?

    A simple shower's all you need
    To stay respectable and clean
    The time and money that you spend
    Is really quite obscene

    Why do you wake up at dawn,
    To apply a firm foundation,
    Topped with make up and the like,
    In one chaotic combination?

    And if you should have to leave the house
    Devoid of this routine
    Why do you feel so insecure
    That you should not be seen?

    Be free my sister Emma
    Escape from your deep mire
    Don hijab today my friend
    And all Islam's attire

    Avoid all those sickly stares
    Or whistles from afar
    Walk down the street with dignity
    Take pride in who you are

    Strength lies in anonymity
    Be a shadow in the crowd
    Until you speak and interact
    When your voice will carry loud

    You're a smart girl Emma
    Wear this across your hair
    Don't be subjugated by "man"-kind
    An object of despair

    To use your very words my friend
    Let your banner be unfurled
    Don't blindly follow all around

    By Fahim Firfiray, Al Khobar, Saudi Arabia, 10 Rajab 1420
    Please Circulate as Widely as possible for the Sake of Allah


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