The Muslimah!

I dedicate this poem to our Muslim girls and women. The princesses & queens of our hearts! O men! Bear my plea, Heed me, I’m the Muslimah! I’m the half of the Ummah! The Ummah that the beloved prophet left behind, The equal portion of mankind. I’m stronger than you think, I’m a bonding link. If you marry my sisters or me, I’m your half deen, Does not that make me your queen? I’m your beautiful angel daughter, When you come home tired, do I not offer you tea or water? I’m your sister, do I not protect your secrets? I wake you in Fajr, In Ramadan, I cook your Iftar. I’m your wife, beautiful and blessed, Have I not been a source of relief in your distress? I’m a mother, the future of

The Jackpot Bride

Several people have asked me, "What is something that you hate or despise the most?" And beyond a shadow of a doubt, I know the answer deep within: "dowry". But rather I hate a form of it and endorse the other. Let me elaborate. I condemn the taken dowry from bride-to-be's family. In Indian culture, it usually equates to lots of cash, gold and furniture. This act is something that I despise at a cellular level! According to Indian law, it is expressly prohibited, and yet in our country, it is so rampant in our society especially in the weak sections, and that saddens my heart. In India, if a couple conceives a daughter, they are usually happy but worried! The marriage system that the