Look.... I'm a Muslim Girl - by Mu'minah Tammy Appeal
|Articles - Poetry & Thoughts|
I had heard so many stories, about the Muslim women...being oppressed,
I decided that I would find out for myself and so, as one of them I dressed.
I put on some loose and baggy clothes...and then reluctantly covered my hair
I looked at that stranger in the mirror...and thought to myself...who's going to care?
Bravely and undaunted, I ventured out of my room wondering, who I would meet
The very first person I ran into...was my son, who said... "mom, you look like a geek"
I replied... "look, I'm a Muslim girl...do you like it, because this is going to be the new me"
My son became so upset, and said... "You just better make sure my friends don't see"
I looked him in the eyes...and said... "Why, I'm still the same mom that you've always known
I've been here since you were a baby, a toddler too...and I will be until you're grown"
I was dismayed and upset...and feeling rather unnerved by the reaction of my son
Becoming very uncertain...not nearly as confident now...I decided I better get this done.
I wandered outside, and awkwardly started in the direction of my car...
When all of a sudden...I heard a piercing scream coming from my neighbour afar
With my heart in my throat, as quickly as I could manage...I ran over to her side
"Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones...whatever is the matter and why are you trying to hide?"
Suddenly it dawned on me, as she looked at me with horror and revulsion in her eyes
I felt so crushed, when she said... "You’re a terrorist...you're one of those Muslim spies"
I desperately tried to ease her mind...assuring her over and over again...to no avail
It didn't matter what I tried to tell her, so certain was she...that I belonged in jail.
Feeling rather shaken by that silly scene, I decided I would just go to my mom's place
Where I wouldn't have to worry...none of those embarrassing events would I have to face.
I barged into my parents’ house, shouting... "Mom, mom - look at me...I'm a Muslim girl"
Well, the shock and alarm in my mother's face...sent my dad in a panic and a whirl
"Are you crazy?" they said... "Or are you just plain stupid and out of your ever-loving mind
In a mental hospital is where you belong...if not...in a prison is where you will wind."
I started to cry and say... "Please, please just relax...why are you taking this so hard?"
My dad wrapped his arms around my mom...glared at me and shouted... "Get out of my yard"
I left my parents house crying...feeling sympathetic to all the Muslims...and so ashamed
Of the way my family and good neighbours, reacted to my little game
I soon came to the conclusion; oppression of Muslim women did not even exist
The only oppression that I could see, were in those...of whom, my change...they did resist
For tell me, does it really matter on the type of clothing or covering a woman wears
For underneath all those layers of clothing, I am still the same woman that cares!