Hijab...

I walk on the street with my head held high; everyone turns to look
You eye me critically, wondering why I’m dressed like this.
This is my hijab, my life and what I depend on.

You don’t know a thing; you judge me from what you see.
Why don’t you look deep within and see the person I am?

I believe in my religion and I know my creator.
Why don’t you look around and observe your surroundings; after all there is no painting without its artist.

We see, smell and hear everything around us, but who gave us the ability to do so?
Open your eyes wide and see why I am draped in black from head to toe and still hold my head up high.

~ISLAM~