Friday, October 21, 2011

Ramadan and the poor Muslim Woman

Ramadan holy month of piety
And she sits and begs
The poor beggar Muslim Woman
Carrying her pain
Within the ocean of her womanhood
Blood sweat and tears
Voluminous waters of her hijab
Besides her sits her little girl
Who will perhaps beg like her
Another hijab of pain
Yes Muslims
do not wish to be reminded
black spots on the firmament
of Islamic society
on hard rock hearts
while the Mullahs men
move from house to house
with a receipt book in hand
another Mosque
to be built at Ayodhya
another in Faizabad
Madarsas to be built in Azamgarh
Yes they beg too with Islamic fortitude
While at the corner of a Allahs Door
A Muslim Poor Woman Begs
From one Ramadan to the other Ramadan
Fasting from the day she was born
To the day she will die..
The Mujhaidas were plumb lucky
Living and breathing among prayer beads
On cyberspace
Allah ho Akbar endangered specie
The Poor Muslim Woman
A palpitating heart
a dying soul in the Hijab
Says the Muslim Man
Let her be ..
A Muslim Woman
To her Crying Destiny

this poem does not denigrate the hijab but the life that lies unprotected as woman within the hijab no upliftment of her
deteriorating condition..

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