Crown of Liberty

Like the sun to the Earth, you illuminated me.
Like the clouds to the sun, you concealed me.
Like a mother’s womb to her foetus, you protected me.
Like an oyster shell to its pearl, you shielded me.
Like a pod to its peas, you preserved me.
Like a bee to sweet nectar, you conserved me.
Like a bird to its nest, you defended me.
Like strong roots to its tree, you empowered me.
Like the roof over my head, you sheltered me.
Like the wings of a bird, you set me free.

You are my Hijab.

When I was falling, you were the iron fist that held me on to the rope of salvation.

When I was feeling low, you helped me climb the ladder to elevate my status to the skies.

When I was being discriminated against, you injected me with pride and motivation to persist.

When I was feeling unworthy, you whispered “A sincere queen of value and nothing less you can be”.

When I was losing my voice, you amplified my words and strengthened me.

When I was told I was ugly, you shimmered to release my inner beauty.

When I was told I was oppressed, you reminded me of Zainab (as) and liberated me.

A Shawl of Diamonds, lowered from paradise, on my head you proudly rest.
“You deserve the Paradise; don’t sell yourself for anything less”.


You are my Hijab, my Crown of Liberty.