Asalaam 3alaikom Warahmatoellah Wabarakatoehoe Broeders & Zusters Fi Dien,

(Hallo, voor de overige)


The Scarf

They stand there with shorts, so short, excessively short,
   shorts that so deceptively capture from them all they know
   of modesty...

   ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

   They stand there, face lost in a sea of make-up,
   make-up that so ruthlessly captures from them all they know
   of freedom...

   ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

   They stand there, hair raining with gels, colors -
   chemicals that so menacingly capture from them all they know
   of purity...

   ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

   They stand there, so close, so very close to their "lover",
   devoted to them, the devotion that so mercilessly captures
   from them all they know of individuality...

   ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

   And they stand there, talking of getting new shorts, new gels
   and colors, new boyfriends, materialistic things
   that so wrongfully capture from them all they know
   of God and love...

   ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

   For my scarf is my protector, my lover, my devotion,
   my pureness, my beauty, my rememberance of God,

   And I proudly pull it over my hair knowing that when I wear it,
   I so rightfully thrust away all the things that the devil
   brought about,

   And when I put it on, I am

                                Free...

Jullie Zuster Fi Dien!!