I stood there silently on the left side

The side which tradition says I must be

Vigilantly in my scarf I did hide

Afraid of the beauty others might see.

Mother to my left, cousin on my right

Still praying but neither of them as clothed

Though veiled I remained in the crosshair's sight

And still for my body a woman loathed.

"I saw this girl in front of me and thought

How I wished my body was such a view

Then the girl moved to a different spot

And I realized the covered girl was you."

To cover my beauty, that was my choice

Did it work or does beauty bear new voice?