You see me walk past you with
my hijab proudly atop my head
and you laugh. The unknown scares
you so much that all you do is
laugh.
All I do is smile at you, with your
pathetic little mind. Allah has touched
my soul and he sees all that I do. Your
words can no longer hurt me like they
used to.
I wear my headscarf because I chose
to, not because I had to. I chose my
faith and I love my new life. Before
you judge me, ask me for my story,
please.
I am no longer ashamed of myself
because Allah has blessed me with
Islam. I might not be conventional,
but my faith will always be practiced
according to my moral code.
Before you judge me, ask me for my
story. Don't look at me and see a terrorist,
look at me and see a woman. I am not
to be feared, laughed at or discriminated against,
I am to be respected.
Islam is not a faith based upon violence,
but a faith based upon peace and love.
So before you judge me, listen to my story
and ask me for my reasons. Knowledge is
the key to bliss.
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