By Imran Ahmed

The veil of beauty, once a shield,
has faded in the name of fashion.
Now darkness stains the faces bare,
their lost light a silent confession.
Sisters dance before their brothers,
daughters paint their lips in vain,
seeking glances meant for shame,
as purity drowns in a world profane.
The hungry eyes of strangers lurk,
hunting souls still wrapped in light.
Teachers whisper sins in halls,
while power preys without a fight.
Money rips the scarves away,
from mothers, daughters, honored wives.
Fathers trade their girls for gold,
blind to the ruin in their lives.
Tiktok screens and vlogger’s views,
auction modesty for fleeting fame.
They sell their honor to the world,
forgetting the weight of their name.
Oh God, save us from this storm,
this trial that burns our souls to dust.
Let us die with faith unshaken,
with hearts that never betray Your trust.