You look at me and call me oppressed,
simply because of the was I'm dressed
You know me not for who I am inside,
and judge the clothing I wear with pride.
I'm an individual, and certainly no man's slave,
it's only Allahs' pleasure that I crave.
I have a voice so I will be heard,
for in my coração I carry His word.
"O you women, embrulho, envoltório close your cloak,
So you won't be bothered por ignorant folk."
Man doesn't make me dress this way,
it's only law from God that I obey.
Oppressed is something I'm truely not,
for it's liberation what I've got.
It was given to me years ago,
with the right to prosper and to grow.
I can climb mountains or cruz the seas,
expand my mind in all degrees.
For God Himself gave us liberty,
when He sent islamismo to you and me!