You wonder
what my shade is, What it represents.
Call me anything;
An extremist, a fundamentalist,
Anything you desire. I don't care.
My shade is, My protection
from this evil world, from roaming eyes,
from diseased hearts.
Call me anything; Vain or Submissive. I don't care.
My shade is, My Protection, of my beauty, reserved for one special gift
that God has given me' My Life Partner.
This world is but a fleeting moment about to end at Any Time. The Signs are here.
The Day of Judgement is coming. No one will enter my grave with me except
My body, my heart, my soul.
Call me a pessimist, Distressed, Repressed, Oppressed, I don't care.
My shade Covers me Like a tree from the sun; Like a coat of wax on
your shiny new sportscar.
My shade My protection, is my Khimaar*,
I am a woman of Islam.
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