Creative Traditional:

[Malekelm]

The Girl in the Red Hijab

She wore it like a forest.
(Knowing it well
after her mother
And so it kept her safe
Dry, full, and warm
Where it would leave
Most of you otherwise)
Hiding within the cover of its brush
Capering from tree to tree
Appearing and then un-appearing
Not much you can offer her
That she can not find within it
And so she giggles
at your searching eyes
Your lending hand
It’s tawny flesh

She wore it
Like a crescent moon
On the other side
of the sky
that you can not
Quite put your finger on
Wrap your head around
be enlightened by...


Like a nameless
Un-introduced friend
Who's hand she holds...
Cryptically--
A friend? a sibling? a lover?

Like the sweet scent of cinnamon
Seeping from a strangers window
Fading from memory--yearning remains
Clear as water, Elusive as rain

Like a leveled labyrinth
An unspoken riddle
Made to obscure a truth
You were never meant to touch

[MsJacquiiC]

Beautiful piece - I've often wondered the purpose of the hijab. This poem makes it seem less a way to cover up a woman's entire presence,but instead, a garment of security.

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Originally Posted by Malekelm

Like a leveled labyrinth
An unspoken riddle
Made to obscure a truth
You were never meant to touch

Interesting read =Thanks for the share.

J.