I dedicate this poem to our Muslim girls and women. The princesses & queens of our hearts! O men! Bear my plea,
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?
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 ye