Kamis, 22 Desember 2011
I am and my hijab
Night .... listen to me, whisper to them, then tell them ... I'm happy with my hijab. Whisper to them that love the hair and skin them, that keep my head much better than any salon in the world, even he maintain and beautify what any salon could not do, namely to maintain and beautify the heart. Whisper to them, that it will eventually turn white hair, the skin will eventually cause wrinkles .... but the veil worn my mother was even able to make it look ten years younger, without any salon.
Night .... whisper to those who love cute clothes, unique, beautiful. What do they expect from a man who likes short skirts, or sleeveless shirt? My hijab protected me from such men.
Tonight ... it feels very sick, if my partner a fellow woman ... did not love himself and his heart, and chose to sell it all just for the taste of the market ... The same thing was not eternal. Whisper to them .... what they expect from the eye that sees endless hair and those beautiful legs dangling? Did not realize that it could be when beauty was gone, the love that was gone too. Hijab, may be brought to a more lasting love.
Night .... they are waiting for liver readiness to accept the cloth that covered their bodies. But, whisper to them. Surely their hearts are ready to have very long, but they reject it outright with a variety of reasons. They never want to open it even if she screamed. Hijab, even able to reopen the heart which was covered by hate.
Tonight ... they are not the ones who never prayed. I am too. hijab taught, what kind of prayer that want you to be granted if the commandments of your Lord the Most Caring for yourself you just do not want.
Tonight ... I really love them for God. Happy to imagine reunited in paradise, frolic and free from the world's problems .... But that night, whispering to anyone who was soundly asleep in her ..... Hijab said, most of the inhabitants of hell are women. Spooky spooky at all .... them was a woman who will not shut down their private parts, and do not repent it.
Tonight ... I'm not a woman who perfectly. My faith is still far from the expected Prophet to his people. But .... I know I could try, with the scarf ... together guarantee that accompany my daily fix themselves. Whisper to them, will they come with me to pursue the path to heaven God?
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