"You're normally an 8, maybe 9 out of 10, but with the hijab you're like a 5/6"
On a bright summer day you felt the need to open your mouth, and hand me a bill with your perception of my worth.
And I took it. I stupidly wore that "8" with pride
Because you had singled me out enough to label me an 8, not a 5
Yes the hijab dragged my score down, but it was a quick fix
It was a garment, and I was an "8" without it
But when I took to my bedroom mirror at night
Without the soft chiffon, I was still a 5
When I met you again, I had painted my face
So you'd graciously swear to keep my score in place
And the number, it followed wherever I went
In a bright neon number above my head
I was paranoid people could see it too
So I did was I could to make sure that it grew
But the score kept on dropping, and I was so tired
next time we met, my jeans were much tighter
My hoodie unzipped, my hijab much more loose
I traded in God for a number from you
I looked at the mirror and I saw a 2
In a fit of pure rage I threw off the hijab
Followed it up with a sigh of relief
Truly my mirror said: "You are a 10"
My reflection in turn, reassured and confirmed it
On the streets I heard whispers from ghosts unseen
They followed, and haunted and taunted me
"You're just like the rest and then some, and by the by, trust us, you're now a 1"
My next plan was fillers
I booked an appointed
I sat and I waited
They came and they pointed
Doc held up a needle, explained what it wasThen asked me real' sweetly: "And you're here because?"
And I opened my mouth to say "I want a 10"
But I just as quickly shut it again
I didn't want this, I wasn't a number
The office was suffocating, I couldn't breathe
I needed out, it wasn't too late
That woman had yet to alter my face
I walked through the streets with a placid expression
The city felt cool without fear and old tension
About halfway through I hailed a cab
And deliberately tightened, a chiffon hijab.
Aisha. B
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By the Fig and the Olive
PoetryThis is a collection of original Islamic poetry, but more so, an inside-look on how it feels to be a muslimah in a world hell-bent on making you like everybody else. This book is not intended to offend anyone, it is a simple collection of my experie...