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[Poem] The Sorrow Of Growing Old Yet Still A Single Woman

It is said that a woman wrote the following poem from al-Baahah Mountain. It was written because she was forbidden from marriage until she became so old that few were interested in marrying her. She said:

When my fingertips wrote my letter, tears were flowing from my eyes.

I sent it to my affluent father who embraced me with protection and affection.

I sent it, and it contained that which I could not say; but what my heart and soul desires.

I sent it and tears fell upon its ink and I wrote it from a puzzling situation.

I kept it hidden from the most important one, but it did not prevent me from breaking from this concealment.

When I think of my drowning indeed my gray hair ignites as if my gray hair was luminous.

O you who are put off due to my old age.

Indeed, years of sadness have already passed.

When I see children, my tears flow, my heart burns from the fire of my deprivation.

When I see another woman living with her husband and her child sleeping in the nursery.

When I see her and her love with her child.

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Poem: Hijaab

Hijaab

[By Sister Fatme H. Jaber from USA]

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!