The Scarf

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  The Scarf..  

    By: Nura Alia Hossainzadeh

   They stand there with shorts, so short, excessively short,

   shorts that so deceptively capture from them all they know

   of modesty...

   ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

   They stand there, face lost in a sea of make-up,

   make-up that so ruthlessly captures from them all they know

   of freedom...

   ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

   They stand there, hair raining with gels, colors -

   chemicals that so menacingly capture from them all they know

   of purity...

   ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

   They stand there, so close, so very close to their "lover",

   devoted to them, the devotion that so mercilessly captures

   from them all they know of individuality...

   ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

   And they stand there, talking of getting new shorts, new gels

   and colors, new boyfriends, materialistic things

   that so wrongfully capture from them all they know

   of God and love...

   ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

   For my scarf is my protector, my lover, my devotion, 

   my pureness, my beauty, my rememberance of God,

   And I proudly pull it over my hair knowing that when I wear it,

   I so rightfully thrust away all the things that the devil 

   brought about,

   And when I put it on, I am

                              Free...

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	The Scarf.. By: Nura Alia Hossainzadeh They stand there with shorts, so short, excessively short, shorts that so deceptively capture from them all they know of modesty... ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair They stand there, face lost in a sea of make-up, make-up that so ruthlessly captures from them all they know of freedom... ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair They stand there, hair raining with gels, colors - chemicals that so menacingly capture from them all they know of purity... ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair They stand there, so close, so very close to their "lover", devoted to them, the devotion that so mercilessly captures from them all they know of individuality... ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair And they stand there, talking of getting new shorts, new gels and colors, new boyfriends, materialistic things that so wrongfully capture from them all they know of God and love... ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair For my scarf is my protector, my lover, my devotion, my pureness, my beauty, my rememberance of God, And I proudly pull it over my hair knowing that when I wear it, I so rightfully thrust away all the things that the devil brought about, And when I put it on, I am Free...
	And whoever seeks a religion other than Isl�m, it will never be accepted of him, and in the Hereafter he will be one of the losers(3:85)