On those plain days, I will walk the street
Catching my way through people, counting at my own heart beat
Each glances of the passersby I meet
I modestly lower my gaze, looking down at my feet.
As they see me, I can see the look of their eyes
Are lit from feel of respect or mocking lies
What or how they see me, those doesn’t bother
For who I am by the side of Allah, which is the only matter
Some may wonder why I am covered to my feet
Bundled up in clothes in cold or heat
I wish they all could comprehend and see
I am doing this all for Allah, the Almighty
This clothes I wear isn’t a mark of weakness
I am covering myself for much bigger greatness
I feel free and protected from vicious eyes
My faith for Allah is strong even they try to denies
One day, you may see that girl
Modestly making her way through people
And maybe, one day you’ll see
How its like to be me.
