Beneath these guarded clothes is who I am.
A danger to my own heart and to my dearest friends.
For behind these crystal eyes is something I wish to embrace.
A God not of Christians yet of a different place.
I arm myself with daggers and armors of the East.
Yet to me they are just jewels and clothes I wear beneath.
I guard myself with coldness of just my piercing eyes,
for I am not accepted by those who gave me life.
I am no longer of just one dilect.
I have learned something older than you.
A word that goes farther into our past than even Jesus himself.
A word he spoke in Aramaic, from his own mouth came forth.
"Allaha" he said which in English would mean "God".
Just take away one letter and that is who I love.
"Allah".
So beneath the clothes I love or not is who I am, your daughter, your sister, your wife and friend!
I believe in Islam and Allah with all my heart.
I only wished my loved ones would not be so torn apart.
For in truth we are all related by blood from the beginning of time.
We all came from the same 'Him' with so many different names.
So why not let me praise Him in the name I choose to claim?
Let me drop these daggers and coldness from my eyes.
Allow me to be happy, to love, to be,
to worship and not say I'm sorry for what has called to me.
Accept me as a Muslim woman,
Accept me as I would you.
Do not force me to hide my faith,
Or make me choose between my love for Allah,
and my love for you.
~Moon~
- last post
- 15 years ago
- posts
- 41
- views
- 7,514
- can view
- everyone
- can comment
- everyone
- atom/rss
Copyright © 2024 Social Concepts, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Patent Pending.
blog.php' rendered in 0.0418 seconds on machine '194'.