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And if you think I'm oppressed, covering my hair with a silken headdress- And if you think I'm forced, beaten, to lengthen my sleeves and elongate my shorts- And if you think I'm afraid, cowering under the protection of black linen shade- You 'most certainly take note of the society's improprieties, that the abaya I wear is thrusted upon me, that the niqab my sisters practice is only for he; No. My hijab is my personality, my promise to honour my femininity, to never allow anyone, any man, to use me; I am a woman, a human, a feminist: no man will control me.
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
Hijab
And if you think I'm oppressed, covering my hair with a silken headdress- And if you think I'm forced, beaten, to lengthen my sleeves and elongate my shorts- And if you think I'm afraid, cowering under the protection of black linen shade- You 'most certainly take note of the society's improprieties, that the abaya I wear is thrusted upon me, that the niqab my sisters practice is only for he; No. My hijab is my personality, my promise to honour my femininity, to never allow anyone, any man, to use me; I am a woman, a human, a feminist: no man will control me.
just a setting-straight. or at least I think it is.
a-f-moment
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
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