Pashmina blended with the softest silk,

It's colour of wine so sweet

But so sinful,

Conceal 

My

Loyalty to God.

Proudly,

It dances in the wind so freely

But secured are

My values,

My identity.

However,

'Modern' is the society.

And 'backwards' is I,

The girl

In the silk pashmina,

Wine red scarf.

But 

Liberated 

I am,

To know I can be

Beautiful 

With just inner beauty

And to

Mystify 

Wonderers of my outer beauty.

So 

Who 

Are 

You

To say I am 'oppressed'?

And

Who

Are

We

To 'believe' the media?

Don't look at me.

Look into me;

For I am a girl

Liberated

With her silk pashmina,

Wine red scarf.

Thank you Ibu for everything you

Have done. I pray for you health and I ask 

Allah to have mercy towards you, as 

Never have you failed to remind me to keep my faith up and be the best that I can be.

Your selflessness and the love you give

Only makes e more grateful, to have a mother like you. Now I really hope that you

Understand that not only will I love you in this life but I will also love you in the next.