You’re asking me too?
What’s with my ninja-like do?
Come on sit down; let’s talk about your insecurities,
Then hopefully we’ll get over all the fallacies.
No I’m not getting ready to marry,
And I don’t have a ‘terrorist’ daddy.
I don’t carry no ammunition,
And I’m not ashamed of my complexion.
First impressions are often biased,
Cuz I’m far from being pious.
I stumble and fall every day,
Just hoping my conviction doesn’t sway.
Didn’t wear this all the time,
But when I heard about it I went outta my mind.
Torn between obeying the Creator and my own whim,
Little did I know it would bring me closer to Him.
Used to worry about removing it,
Or what will come out of the mouth of the twit.
Then bismillah I just wore it,
Alhamdulillah, now I don’t wanna leave it.
Going out uncovered now is unbearable,
Cuz I know myself, I’m fallible.
Don’t wanna be attracted, don’t wanna be the attraction,
I don’t need the temporary satisfaction.
I only want to be protected,
More guarded from all those corrupted.
Being partially covered didn’t cut it for me,
I had trespassed the bounds of modesty.
Out of all the wrong that I’ve done,
I hope with this I could at least score a one.
I hope my book is not empty,
Void of good deeds, maybe this could be one entry?
Inshaa’Allah when I meet the Mothers of the believers,
I’d go to them with big foam fingers,
And tell them that while everyone was obsessed with naked sticks,
Their fashion was what I picked!