My hijab is my crown



My hijab is my identity. It covers and protects me.

My precious skin not to be seen by any eye. What ever happened to women being shy?

My hijab allows you to see me, the real me. It allows you to see me for my mind, instead of my behind.

My body is meant to be seen by my husband only, not for these so called men who will leave me lonely.

Opressed? because I am properly covered and pious.. Sorry I don't have the time to impress these lame guys.

My hijab is my choice. Modesty, my lifestyle. My only wish is that it continues to take me higher. I much rather be looked at as oppresed and pure than sexy and later be called a ....

My hijab is my crown, you may now bow down.



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