*****, The whole thing started when you were offended upon reading a poem on my homepage. At first I considered taking a second look at the poem to see if it can really offensive to some people.
I took your word for it and I had a second closer look...after reading your emails, I realised exactly WHY YOU WERE OFFENDED! - THIS POEM DESCRIBES PEOPLE WITH YOUR ATTITUDE.
Isn't that true?
The poem says western woman look at hijaab-clad women as "uneducated, Trapped, oppressed and subjugated."
Isn't that what you think? You think Muslim women are suppressed by their men."Mouth gaping, all you do is stare. You think it's not my own choice, In your own "liberation" you rejoice. ..You're so thankful that you are free."
You think you are so very free and so very well respected....I think Hijaabi women have a great deal more confidence and self-respect for themselves because they don't see the need to portray a beautiful image in order to get by in life.
They are not conformist..there are countless hijaabi women in America and they dare to be different. They don't feel as if they have to conform to the latest fashion or how others dress....THAT is freedom!
I love this poem and thank YOU for showing me how true the words of the poet are!
TO WESTERN WOMEN
When you look at me
all you can see
Is the scarf that covers my hair
My word you can't hear
Because you're too full of fear,
Mouth gaping, all you do is stare.
You think it's not my own choice,
In your own "liberation" you rejoice.
You're so thankful that you're not me.
think I'm uneducated,
Trapped, oppressed and subjugated.
You're so thankful that you are free.
But Western women you've got it wrong-
You're the weak and i'm the strong,
For I've rejected the trap of man.
Fancy clothes- low neck, short skirt,
These are devices for pain and hurt,
Always jumping to the male agenda,
Competing on his terms.
No job share, no baby-sitting facilities,
No feeding and diaper-changing amenities.
No equal pay for equal skill-
Your job they can always fill.
Is this liberation?
a person with ideas and thought,
I'm not for sale, I can't be bought.
I won't decorate anyone's arm,
Nor be promoted for my charm.
There's more to me than playing coy.
Living life as a balancing game- mother,
Daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover-
And still bring home a wage.
Who thought up this modern
Where man can love'em and man can leave 'em.
This is not free but life in a cage.
Western women you can have your life.
Mine- it has less strife.
I cover and i get respected
Surely that's to be expected-
For I won't demean the feminine
I won't live to a male criterion.
I dance to my own tune,
And i hope you see this very soon,
For your own sake- wake up and use your sight!
Are you so sure that you are right?