God works in mysterious way
She doesn't even know
what is she to become
When she chooses to cover herself

She doesn't move toward darkness
living in isolation
surrounded by total strangers
Instead she heads into the light
her journey is made easy
strangers become friends...
She is no longer afraid
of the crude people
She has no fear
of darkest shadows in the past
God is great...
God is forgiving...
God is kind..

She is blessed to be that girl in hijaab
Her beauty is more revealing
Her dignity hidden
Magic happens when...
Hijaab is her choice
She smiles even when most people glare
She remains poise
confidently walk in the crowded streets
She doesn't care even if you stare..
She knows.. what awaits her..
sweeter... calmer...safer...
beauty beyond words..
In Jannah the angels smile with her...

He swt declared our right 'to be covered' fard, SoubhanAllah. He declared our hijaab fard as a sign of His Mercy. Yet we fail to remember our names. We fail to remember what our beloved prophet Muhammad saws went through, and those who came before him. We forget about those who suffered and died for the sake of Allah swt. They went through so much pain, spreading and defending women's rights. Telling her that she is utmost valuable and that she should be cherished, protected, covered.

We fail to remember the blood that has been shed. We do so when we perfume our hijaab, and when we show off that little bit of hair. We do so when our headscarves don't match our skinny jeans and when our freshly painted faces don't add up to the beauty of haya. We do so when our hijaab is see-through, showing our beautiful curved bodies to a world that in the end will testify against us.

My dear sisters, you are so beautiful wearing His shield instead of the world's corruption.

Please, for the sake of Allah swt, protect yourselves.

"Just the tip. Just the tip." Initiation. Fourteen years old, fourteen year olds don't know the just the tip trick. It hurt like hell but the sound of his panting was well...worth it. Just the tip, then just the shaft. Just a lick, what a champ…the other half. Gigi was born, de-flowered then flourished. Naughty by nature. Fed and *** nourished. What a **** I was, what a ***** I am.…just slap my ***, grab me and pull me in. Choke me, bite me...squeeze, pull my hair, look me in the eyes, cuff me to a chair. Quiet ones you have to watch. I moan louder than I talk, nice rock in my hips....do me real good and I'll wobble when I walk. The club is my home, but not where I belong. Under my hijaab they can't see my laced thong. Taught to cater to the men and serve them martinis. Not dance ***** naked in heels and bikinis. Allahu Akbar. Don't let my family find out. Allahu Akbar. They'll **** me. Allahu Akbar. But if they do. Allahu Akbar. I'm still me.

My name is Neha,
Stage name GiGi however so complex, Stripper in silence,
And I'm strung out on ***.