SHE'S NOT HER HAIR #Haiku

11No. #Haiku (In Honor of #TheHijabLawyer)

...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Her hijab, her pride
For Allah's love she was barred
Now, a hero's born.

Mbaaa! "Call her to bar
She's not her hair. Please grow up
Appreciate her mind."

She stood for her Lord
Where other weak faiths wobbled
God now Stands for her.

Destined for greatness
Petit, yet monumental
Child of sound imaan.

A clash, unintended
Against tyranny of aye
She wins by defiance.

When they least expect
A she bursts out, of the blues.
Change, inevitable.

Rub that nose in dust
Lady! Vanquish thy Goliath
Its time's come to fall!

No matter how tall
An Iroko tree may stand
A small axe cuts it.

Jealousy eats some
Who bray words of envy
Their souls they levy.

Commander of law
Upholder of human rights
Sistar, Muslimat.

Amasa Firdaus
Her name, she's written in gold
History, take note!

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