u look at me and call me oppressed,
simply because of the was I'm dressed
u know me not for who I am inside,
and judge the clothing I wear with pride.
I'm an individual, and certainly no man's slave,
it's only Allahs' pleasure that I crave.
I have a voice so I will be heard,
for in my hart-, hart I carry His word.
"O u women, inpakken, wrap close your cloak,
So u won't be bothered door ignorant folk."
Man doesn't make me dress this way,
it's only law from God that I obey.
Oppressed is something I'm truely not,
for it's liberation what I've got.
It was gegeven to me years ago,
with the right to prosper and to grow.
I can climb mountains of kruis the seas,
expand my mind in all degrees.
For God Himself gave us liberty,
when He sent Islam to u and me!