Hidden Light
By Ahmad Abu Khattab
The darkness on the outside is but a disguise,
The light within you immerses your soul.
A stranger as you walk throughout the lands,
But fearing it not as you strive for your goal.
Time ticks away as you wait for that moment,
To meet you’re Lord on the Promised Day.
Being a witness to your sincere intentions,
Your hidden light will eventually pay.
People frown and look down upon you,
“A barbaric garment!” they speak of your dress.
But you ignore them happily as you walk your path,
Knowing in the grave they’ll be in stress.
Your modesty a protection from the gazing eyes,
That stare and cringe at the sight of your veil.
But have they no shame in what they wear?
Repulsive and revealing, leaving a filthy trail.
They say you’re oppressed but how wrong, how wrong,
For you have chosen to wear your garment.
To please your Lord so you can receive a reward,
To be shielded from horror on the Day of Judgement.
A mother, a daughter, a sister you might be,
But you’re also a warrior who represents respect.
Valuing your adornments and saving them for the one,
A message to people that you’re not some object.
A Muslimah who holds high her prospering honour,
Taken from Islam, the only honourable thing.
Using it as a guide to guide you through life,
On the Rope of Allah you so desperately cling.
Your family ask why you choose to wear it,
Making excuses to persuade you to undress.
You calmly explain why you love this garment,
The desires of wolves it’ll surely suppress.
They say no light can be seen from you,
But you quiet those down who fail to see.
“My light not seen in what I wear,
But seen in my actions that shine for me.”
Following the example of the Prophet’s wives,
Makes you even happier as the darkness swarms you.
‘Aisha and all the other wives on your mind,
Inspires you further to stop you feeling blue.
While others follow the women of show,
You avoid all the targets that lower your value.
Even if it makes you an even bigger stranger,
It is the pleasure of Allah you wish to pursue.
So slander and mockery may come your way,
But unfazed you remain in the face of adversity.
Knowing that looks aren’t the only quality,
For your inner light is your most valuable beauty.
Let the trials come in any way they please,
But stand your ground for what you believe is right.
This world may not be your destined abode,
But in Jannah you’ll walk with your hidden light.
By Ahmad Abu Khattab
The darkness on the outside is but a disguise,
The light within you immerses your soul.
A stranger as you walk throughout the lands,
But fearing it not as you strive for your goal.
Time ticks away as you wait for that moment,
To meet you’re Lord on the Promised Day.
Being a witness to your sincere intentions,
Your hidden light will eventually pay.
People frown and look down upon you,
“A barbaric garment!” they speak of your dress.
But you ignore them happily as you walk your path,
Knowing in the grave they’ll be in stress.
Your modesty a protection from the gazing eyes,
That stare and cringe at the sight of your veil.
But have they no shame in what they wear?
Repulsive and revealing, leaving a filthy trail.
They say you’re oppressed but how wrong, how wrong,
For you have chosen to wear your garment.
To please your Lord so you can receive a reward,
To be shielded from horror on the Day of Judgement.
A mother, a daughter, a sister you might be,
But you’re also a warrior who represents respect.
Valuing your adornments and saving them for the one,
A message to people that you’re not some object.
A Muslimah who holds high her prospering honour,
Taken from Islam, the only honourable thing.
Using it as a guide to guide you through life,
On the Rope of Allah you so desperately cling.
Your family ask why you choose to wear it,
Making excuses to persuade you to undress.
You calmly explain why you love this garment,
The desires of wolves it’ll surely suppress.
They say no light can be seen from you,
But you quiet those down who fail to see.
“My light not seen in what I wear,
But seen in my actions that shine for me.”
Following the example of the Prophet’s wives,
Makes you even happier as the darkness swarms you.
‘Aisha and all the other wives on your mind,
Inspires you further to stop you feeling blue.
While others follow the women of show,
You avoid all the targets that lower your value.
Even if it makes you an even bigger stranger,
It is the pleasure of Allah you wish to pursue.
So slander and mockery may come your way,
But unfazed you remain in the face of adversity.
Knowing that looks aren’t the only quality,
For your inner light is your most valuable beauty.
Let the trials come in any way they please,
But stand your ground for what you believe is right.
This world may not be your destined abode,
But in Jannah you’ll walk with your hidden light.
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