She. . .
A mother, a sister, a daughter, a wife
a means to create or change a Life
Grandmother, an Aunt, granddaughter, a niece
Women who turn war into peace
A relative, a neighbour, a stranger, a friend
The kindness has no bound nor an end
An artist, a nurturer, a student, a teacher
Four in one, plus a preacher
Child, teenager, adult or Old
Don’t need Midas touch, she is born gold
Black, brown, pale or white
Keeping the colours in your life bright
Widowed, divorced, married or single
Her various abilities, this status won’t hinder
Disable, deaf, dumb or blind
Her disabilities won’t let her lag behind
Rich, poor, queen or maid
She will be there to give you the shade
Famous, unknown, weak or strong
In her own way, mending the wrong
Tall, short, fat or thin
The size is not a scale to win
African, European, Asian or Arab
All stand equal in front of Rabb
Half of the world’s population is her
And the other half is raised by her
A responsibility of the hardest job she takes
And does it with full dedication for Allah’s sake
So don’t try to convert her into a male
She’s strong in her own gender as a female
As the generation she would raise
Could make the nation worth the praise
And Allah won’t judge on the basis of gender
Nor on beauty, but the hearts so tender
beautiful poetry. *-*
Oh, Wonderful poetry!
i Want you contact and your permission to use this poetry an article about islamic woman!
So i need your full name!
Sure. You can simply use Samina AYEINA. Thanks