Posts tagged Boona Mohammed.

Dedicated to all the beautiful muslimas ›

If only you would believe what your eyes could not see
Which begs the question what is beauty?

Maybe it’s the way her bodies shaped or the way she’s dressed
But if everyone was blind, how many people would you impress?
I couldn’t care less for tight jeans or a short dress
Or those shirts that expose what God told you to protect
And I don’t mean to sound rude, but how could you approve of any dude
Who doesn’t mind sharing you with the whole world too?
‘Cause he probably don’t think you’re beautiful, he think your booty-full
Glossed lips with make up on every single cuticle, and it aint cute at all
Cause if those shoes hurt your feet, why don’t you just take them off?
Some girls think that pain equals sassy, and if you got it show it off
But nobody even looks happy with those plastic smiles on 
And those magazines are wrong, forget men and their songs
Love yourself first before you take anyone else on,
And to love yourself is to love the one whom which all love belongs
There is beauty in creation, but creator really got it going on
‘Cause there is something seriously wrong with pre-teens who look like moms 
And middle aged moms who are afraid to see life move on
So they tell wrinkles to be gone, buy hair to make it long
Pluck this, tuck that until you don’t even know who you are
You women are oppressed, forced to flaunt your thighs and chest
And before puberty, you already on a diet
Promoting nudity, like it’s some kind of natural science


But you’re a diamond, I shouldn’t even see past the glass cage unless I’m buying
But if you have no shame, than do as you please
Because what is beauty, but an extension of modesty?

So maybe she’s right, maybe she does deserve respect
And maybe she walks around feeling like a superhero with that scarf dangling from her neck
Maybe nobody is forcing her to wear it
Maybe she would never leave home without it
And maybe she don’t care what other people think, 
cause most people opinions aint even valid
Maybe she feels free; maybe she has peace of mind
And maybe she’ll give you a piece of her mind if you step out of line,
Maybe she isn’t perfect, but maybe she’s trying
Maybe she is just taking things one day at a time
Maybe she laughs and maybe she cries
And maybe you would be surprised at everything she keeps inside
Maybe she hears every single word said by those cowards
Maybe she has no problem defying all those who doubt her
Maybe she is a warrior and the silence is getting louder 
Maybe she wears that shield because every single day is a battle 
Maybe she is more than the skin she is in,
Maybe we should start learning how to love what’s within
Maybe God only knows all the places she has been
But maybe she comes back to him, again and again
Maybe she’s not afraid to die, just afraid not to live
Maybe I am not worthy of everything she can give
Because maybe she is kind, sweet, pure, gentle and suitable
And maybe, just maybe she is beautiful

Superb Poem on the Sahabah - Our Real Heroes

"Baby killers and highway robbers, if you only knew what they knew
Cause you gotta know a lie in order to recognize the truth 
And what the point of knowing truth if you can’t back it up with proof
And to prove my heroes were united by a single point of view
Why else would they choose to go against what their fathers used to do?
Unless they knew, that paradise was worth being abused 
The best of views, if only you could walk a mile in their shoes, 
Oh what I wouldn’t do to kick it with Abduallah Ibn Musuud,
Listen to him recite the Quran, sad to go into ruku 
Yeah that would be cool, but me and Hamza, we would kick it old school”