A Piece of Respect

In times of affliction I raise a voice. A pain in my heart Difficult to disguise. A tale of wrong You cannot deny. A wound so deep, It makes me cry. Delicate and subtle, But sublime by nature. Chosen for you, From the Greatest Protector. Like a pearl in a shell, You can trust your beauty I never let the devils Obstruct my duty. But you chose me not. You ditched my care. Like a flower shedding its petals, You stand truly bare You look at me With an absolute hate. You are fond of this world and stuck to its bait. Little you know. Little you think. You are made for a purpose, Not an object of bling. You fear the people. You fear the crowd. Who stand and stare, Like shaytaan avowed. The day you will be called. The day you will be said. Oh people of this ummah, Arise and Awake! You were given a life. You were given a soul. You were made perfect And you had a goal But you pleased the world. And you did not stop. You had the jannah, But they made you swap You have no helpers. You have no life. Except Allah, The Mighty and The Wise So you fail to understand The inherent wisdom Closing your eyes Does not give you freedom The angels witnessed, When the scholar said: You have no purpose here, I will have you shred But I laughed at his folly. When my sister was firm: To Allah we belong, And to Allah we return. The strangers who hug me, Have held their head high. To protect their faith, They always stand by They swim against the tide To try their best They make the word of Allah Superior to the rest So unite my sisters, In every inch and corner. Allah has given you The greatest honour. Your face is not an object. Your shyness is not a waste. Glamour is not an asset To show-off in a haste. A piece of cloth, A piece of respect A true sense of freedom, You can surely expect.