Behind The Niqab

I am a woman like any another,

Young and full of desires,

With the urge to live life to its fullest,

I want to be as free as a bird,

Who wishes to fly high in skies,

Swim like that jovial dolphin,

Prancing with the roaring waves,

And discover the colours of life,

I am a woman of few words and glances,

But many endless desires

You think I am imprisoned in black,

You think I cry with inferiority complexes,

But your so wrong O’ wayfarer,

Behind the niQab,

Is a woman who hopes to conquer this world,

With the power of her pen,

Although people ridicule her talent,

she holds firm faith in being patient,

The way she uses the pen,

That sharp sword of words awakening your rooh.

So don’t under estimate this black cloak,

It is far powerful than you can ever imagine.

There have been tales of my disgrace,

by those who failed to realise its value,

I have heard the wise Bulbul,

Singing songs of joy and hope,

She’s praising the niQab and its tales.

Several tears reside behind this veil,

yet a ray of light exists,

One day you will see me fly in the skies,

And the black ink of the pen flowing like that of my niQab

writing in the skies, bold words of wisdom,

till then I am patient and praying everyday…

Behind the niQab,

is a story of a woman,

living behind the veil and writing it…

Source: One of Our sister in Islam