"abaya" poems
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.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
When they saw her walking on the streets,
They saw oppression, dehumanization, and inequality.
Whilst they oppressed her with their vision
She wore her cape of grace, her drapes of black chiffon
Which also covered her face
free from all the judgment regarding beauty and ideals
the world was threatened by her walk
Although her posture was humble
She still walked with queen like grace
For she was super women and her Abaya was her cape
Her Niqaab was her shield form the worlds disgrace
And her Hijab was the crown she wore with all her grace
And she was a true woman
A woman oppressed not by her faith
But by society's obligations
She IS a woman empowered,
Empowered by her faith.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
Dressed in a robe of
A startling white
Tinged with blue.
Eyes rimmed with
dark lashes and
kohl.
Desert eyes.
Lips curled in amusement,
Long hands resting on the latest SUV,
Long, tapered fingers tapping the
door.
An abaya and the arrogant head
turns. Two flickers. One in the eye,
for the slim figure and the body stands
Straighter; taller.
A pretty face,
Unveiled but heavily concealed by
Layers of foundations, shades too light.
The other is a point of light
Through the ear. Yes.
Through the hole in
The ear. His ear.
A djinn slips through
On the cool, night, sea breeze.
I ignore the girl in black and
Slide into the SUV, as easily
As he slipped into my life, as
Easily as the djinn blew through his ear.
I eye the ear. Clean and perfect
To me, despite the gap in his pinna.
Each member of his tribe bears
This inexpert removal.
To let the djinn pass through the
Ear. Else they burrow through the
Canal into the brain,
Trapped by the ear.
Djinn travel with the wind,
You see? We wouldn't want
Madness in the desert. Djinn,
Trapped behind those eyes.
Khol eyes. Arrogant eyes.
Reduced to madness? No,
He wouldn't allow that.
Rather a small imperfection.
He starts the engine.
The pretty face above the
Abaya appears in his line of
Sight again. Mouth's curled no more.
He is uninterested. The
Car roars, slips out,
Joins the highway and
We speed into the night.
I look out the window.
The Djinn travels beside us.
It glitters under the street
Lamps and car headlights
As they move aside,
To let us pass.
Desert dwellers on either side.
One within. One without.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
The Arabian Fashion Zone, which drew large crowds at Bride Abu Dhabi, was a space dedicated to designers from the UAE, Saudi Arabia, Kuwait and Bahrain, who showcased their latest collections of traditional and evening wear. Among them was Sharjah-born Fawzia Al Zarooni, who made good her childhood dreams of becoming a designer when she established the label Ms Unique Designs. It had one of the most vibrant stands at the show, filled with occasion gowns, jalabiyas and abayas in jungle green, tangerine and magenta. Al Zarooni shares the inspiration behind her creations.
What’s unique about your label?
The modern cuts, the finishing, the handwork and the fabrics I use – I’m always fusing different textures together and giving my clients plenty of options about the embellishments, beads and semi-precious stones they can finish their garments with.
What do Emirati guests wear to weddings?
We wear totally different styles to the formal abaya, which is normally plain in design and opaque. For weddings we want to look glamorous, perhaps by wearing a dress. Or if we do choose an abaya for the occasion, it will be black but very sheer to show the dress beneath, which will be very colourful.
What might an Emirati bride wear?
The lady getting married will wear a traditional western wedding dress – but not that often with an abaya on top. For some, that is too much.
What style of western gowns are trending?
Nothing too big. The bride must be able to walk and move easily in her dress. Tastes have changed a lot and just a few years ago, an Emirati bride wanted big, fluffy gowns with lots of stones and dentelle – today, simplicity is what she wants.Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/cheap-formal-dresses
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
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(In the rhythm of the Pain of the World a song dedicated to a girl from Yemen who died of starvation)
- Mother I am hungry,
I am hungry momma.
- Sleep now my beloved,
close your eyes and see,
from Jannah your father
shall return to thee.
Through remnants and ruins
and dunes of blood
seas full of dead bodies
and starving sharks
walked towards the sun in the skies
barefoot, faint and hungry
girl with teary eyes.
I am hungry momma…
Hungry mothers tears are trying to hide
from the eyes of their children
seeing mountains of bones
of those who died
Body covered In abaya, crucified
trembling in the eye of the child
Even heavens cried the ****** tears
yet from brazen World
not a word was heard
- Daddy will not come back,
Instead to him I shall go.
I am not afraid to go on my own,
but mother, I am too late, I know,
Look at my bones, look at me,
my skin they cannot carry.
Bomb blasted
the Yemen train
ravaged the desert to deserted plain
dug out a living wound
a troop of pupils in a single day
to the voiceless pit forever put to lay
Wails are deafening,
fallen on their wedding died groom and bride
chilling cries on Pluto echoing
Clouds blushed in pink,
Angels all perished in a blink
Momma I am waiting for you,
smiling and hungry no more,
Come, daddy is waiting for thee
by the Jannah door.
Emerald green garden is growing,
fig tree is in bloom,
The river of milk and honey is flowing.
Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
www.sasamilivojev.com
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 7:41 AM UTC