My beautiful veil

~My beautiful veil~

She was sitting there all alone,
she was sitting there with her selfe
and her own soul.

She was hiding her look
under that beautiful veil,
that was her choice, peace and happiness.
All alone in her own world she is sitting there.

Maybe they can say that she do not think so well,
and that world is giving to her on the way,
but she is so proud to say
that this is her beautiful veil.

That beautiful veil is her protection,
her beauty,shame and modesty.
And how can they say
that that is something wrong, when that veil
makes her feel blessed and so strong.

Under that beautiful veil,
she is hidden and her secrets.
And it is not because she must hide,
or she must hide her secrets.
It is something much more than that.

They say that she become blind,
and that she do not see anithing under that veil.
But she has eyes like they does.
Her eyes are open under that veil
and their eyes are really closed.

Maybe they can say that she is really lost,
that she is missing so much things,
but they do not know,
that her beautiful veil is the thing
that she loves the most.

They can say that she is not living
anymore on that way,
but her heart understand words to say
that her veil is her only life.

She really knows that this beautiful veil
is true mercy and reword from her Lord.
Like a pearl from the bottom of the sea,
her clothes is keeping her and protecting.
That is a Muslim girl...Faith is separating her.

Written by your sister Asja