Poetry

MY PRECIOUS JEWEL By Zakariyyah Mujaheedah Olorunju

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

I grow up with this covering over my head

They told me it’s a command of my Creator

I begin to wonder its purpose, what is it for?

Why? Why? Why? Come the question

Little did I know until I began to know it’s purpose

Then I realize that my Hijab is but my precious jewel

 

This clothing over my head brings me honour

I’m respected by people and held in high regard

In every occasion my words counts

Any time I walk, I’m filled with light

My Hijab, my honour

 

Each time there is trouble, I get left out

On many occasions I have been saved from chaos

Men keep a distance due to respect

With my Hijab, I become brave and face obstacles

And once again I was saved from their plot

My Hijab, my protection

 

Call it local, I don’t care

Some never know what it worth, so they become the ignorant

Some did but never care, they just choose to ignore

I know I’m not outdated ‘coz it’s in vogue

My Hijab, my civilization

 

With this piece of clothing I’m always at alert

I become aware of what is right

I know I don’t want to be known with something bad

Never did I fail to remember my manners

It symbolizes my chastity and dignity

My Hijab, my portrait

 

Who will I be if I refuse His command?

What will I become without my Hijab?

How will I cope without this piece of clothing?

No! I cannot but keep it with me

I love to have it on and on forever

That’s -My Hijab, My Precious Jewel

 

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Bada Yusuf Amoo

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