| Ya Muslimah We heard you weeping in the depths Of the night Calling to the One who wraps us with infinite cloaks of respite The darkness of your Kohl Hides floodgates of tears As you continue Journeying Paths jagged with Scathing rocks Grass patches growing Amidst blood drops In a world of show and Tell, Who is weaving your Tale Ya Muslimah? In different shades You come so beautifully adorned Spirits shining This world has never been your Home It�s Aisha�s valor that keeps your Spirit fighting for life, When you were stoned, belittled, And chastised for being upright. Khadija�s nobility focuses Your vision on heights Elevating your men While solidifying your own rights Its within the gentleness Of Fatimah You learn the subtleties Of light The Rasul remains your Soul�s only delight Behind veils no one sees your Tears In the stillness of nights It is only HE Who Hears. Of gun shots, scattered dreams, Of death and blood streams� Nurturing children amidst Societies screams Loving fathers even when They turn obscene Holding life together With tattered seams In a world of show and Tell, Who is weaving your Tale Ya Muslimah? We come together Sharing gracefully Rainbows of the Sweetest delight Soft whispers of praises Escaping sighs Knowing in Allah�s light We are freed from the shackles Of this hide Forever remain true Ya Muslimah In a world of Show and tell You dwell in the rhythmic silence Of Knowing And within that peace May your essence eternally reside (Amin). -Maliha Balala |