By Mira Khatib
Covered I am, oppressed I’m not.
My religion, my choice, my right.
Who are you to judge?
Do you know me?
Do you know what is in my heart?
Do you know my thoughts my fears?
Why does my modesty bother you?
Is it because you don’t understand it?
Or is it because you dread that I’m right and you are not?
Don’t you give me that look.
No pity or repulsion allowed.
For your ignorance is what I pity and your attitude what I repulse.
Believe it or not, I chose my cover, and found my peace and happiness within.
Don’t think because my hair is covered that my brain is dead.
There is more to life and I see ahead.
Not so different you and I in the end.
Looking for answers, so I made amends.
I found my path and my true intent.
Next time don’t stare, don’t judge.
Keep an open mind, I won’t hold a grudge.
Maybe you will make sense with what you find.
And discover the true beauty of my veil.