Other women stare mesmerised
For under a veil they think she hides
Yet they don’t realise
Where her true beauty lies
It’s not in her body or her looks
It’s her serenity
Her calmness
Her tranquillity
She is a Muslimah
Ideally
An Ideal Muslimah
That’s her.
When she walks into a room
As cool as you please
The brothers drop their gazes
Get on to their feet
Respectfully giving her their seat
She is safe from being appraised
Like a piece of meat
It’s not from her being a celebrity
It’s from her quiet confidence
The protection provided by her Deen
Her upbringing
Her very modesty
She is a Muslimah
Ideally
An Ideal Muslimah
That’s her.
People gather around her
Some wonder why that may be
For clearly there is nothing to see
So what is her inner mystery?
It’s from her gentleness
Her kindness
Her reasonable words
Her simplicity
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