The Crown of Faith

The Crown of Faith

She walks with grace, serene and bright,

A crescent moon in endless night.

Her hijab flows like rivers deep,

A sacred vow she swears to keep.

It drapes her soul in silk and light,

A shield against the world's harsh sight.

Not chains, but wings, so soft yet strong,

A melody—a whispered song.

They watch, they stare, some smile, some sneer,

Yet in her heart, she holds no fear.

For dignity wraps round her tight,

A guardian cloak of endless might.

She is the dawn, the rising sun,

A tale of strength in battles won.

Through trials fierce, through tests so vast,

She walks with faith that holds her fast.

They Ask, She Smiles

They ask her why she veils her hair,

Why modesty is what she wears.

They say, "You’re free—just let it flow,

Why hide yourself? Let beauty show!"

She smiles and lifts her gaze so high,

A spark of wisdom in her eye.

She speaks with grace, her voice so clear,

Her words like rivers, calm, sincere.

"My beauty is a gift, you see,

Not for the world, but just for me.

I am not trapped, nor am I weak,

My strength is more than what you seek.

This cloth I wear, so soft, so pure,

Is not a weight I must endure.

It is my choice, my love, my guide,

My honor worn with quiet pride."

The Weight of the World

The world, so loud, so quick to speak,

Tells her that strength must not be meek.

That power means to stand undressed,

That worth is built on mere finesse.

Yet she stands firm, she will not bend,

Her worth is not for them to lend.

Her value is not in their gaze,

But in the light of faith ablaze.

For whispers rise and rumors spread,

They call her caged, they shake their head.

Yet she walks on, with steps so light,

A queen adorned in robes of white.

A Heart Like Gold

Beyond the veil, beyond the cloth,

A heart beats strong—a heart so soft.

She dreams, she laughs, she hopes, she prays,

She dances through life’s winding maze.

She studies deep, she aims so high,

Her mind a star against the sky.

For she is more than silk and thread,

A soul well-read, a path well-spread.

She builds, she leads, she loves, she strives,

A warrior with fire in her eyes.

Not bound by chains, not tied by rope,

But walking free in endless hope.

For Every Hijabi Girl

To every girl who wears it proud,

Who walks through storms, head high, unbowed,

Know this—your veil is not just cloth,

It’s faith, it’s love, it’s endless growth.

No words can shake, no looks can break,

The strength inside that does not quake.

For every fold, for every thread,

Is proof of courage, softly spread.

So wear it high and wear it bold,

A story rich, a tale untold.

The world may push, the world may pry,

But you are held by hands on high.

For Allah sees, for Allah knows,

The path of faith, the way it flows.

And in His light, your soul will shine,

A hijabi girl—pure, divine.