The Muslim Woman

 The Muslim Woman is the stem
 The Muslim Woman is a gem
 Made from my rib,
 Watch her, over our crib
 I was lonely until you came
 Without you how could it be the same?
 You bore me in pain
 But nursed me with pleasure
 Hard work I owe you
 Your respect beyond measure
 Oh how the angels hovered
 That blessed day that you covered
 Keeping your charms a surprise
 For the one with whom you make ties
 A guard you proudly keep
 From eyes that do more than peep
 A duty that i would struggle to do
 So God made it a blessing for you
 Hiding such beautiful hairs
 Hiding from excessive stares
 In honored distinguishment, above those who don't care
 Who feel no shame, in being so bare
 Oh how I must strive to support you
 Oh how could I ever abort you?
 The line between us is fine
 For your job is just as hard as mine
 But together we make a team
 Seeking the Siraatul-Mustaqeem (straight path)
 Your submission to God, is my greatest attraction
 Your understanding of his word, is my greatest satisfaction
 Truly you are the backbone, yes, you are the stem
 Truly Muslim Woman, you are a precious gem....

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