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Object of Despair

By Fahim Firfiray

Balham, London, October, 1998

A poem about Hijab. I sent it to a friend, who shared it with others, who themselves shared it many times again, all by email. I suppose this is what we would today call 'going viral.' It was picked up by a number of Islamic websites.

A University in Canada even placed it in their Feminist anthropology course syllabus.

Emma is a lawyer
And so is Aisha too
Colleagues going into court
At circa half past two


Its 1 o'clock right now
They grab a bite before the trial
They chat about this and that
Conversing with a smile


Aisha is in full hijab
With a loose all over suit
Emma's in her business wear
With accessories to boot


Emma's really quite bemused
At Aisha's godly ways
She looks Aisha in the eyes
And very firmly says


You're a smart girl Aisha
Why do you wear that across your hair?
Subjugated by mankind
An object of despair


Take it off my sister
Let your banner be unfurled
Don't blindly follow all around
DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD


Aisha is amazed
But not the least bit shy
She bravely puts her milkshake down
And gives Emma this reply


My dear sister Emma,
Why do you dress the way you do?
The skirt you're wearing around your waist,
Is it really you?


Now that we've sat down
I see you tug it across your thighs,
Do you feel ashamed?
Aware of prying eyes?


I see the way you're sitting,
Both legs joined at the knees,
Who forces you to sit like that?
Do you feel at ease?


I'll tell you who obliges you,
To dress the way you do,
Gucci, Klein, and St. Laurent
All have designs on you!


In the main, its men my friend,
Who dictate the whims of fashion,
Generating all the garb,
To incite the basest passion


Beauty sells, there is no doubt
But who buys with such great haste,
The answer is, the likes of you,
Because they want to be embraced...


They want to be accepted,
On a level playing field
Sure, with brain and intellect
But with body parts revealed


Intelligence and reason
Are useful by and by
But if you want to make a mark
Stay appealing to the eye


You claim your skirt is office-like
A business dress of sorts
But would we not laugh at Tony Blair?
If he turned up in shorts?


His could be the poshest pants
Pinstripe from Saville Rowe
But walking around like that my friend
He'd really have to go


Why do you rise at dawn,
To apply a firm foundation,
Topped with make up and the like,
In one chaotic combination?


And if you should ever leave the house
Devoid of this routine
Why do you feel so insecure
That you should not be seen?


Be free my sister Emma
Escape from your deep mire
Don hijab today my friend
And all Islam's attire


Avoid all those sickly stares
Or whistles from afar
Walk down the street with dignity
Take pride in who you are


Strength lies in anonymity
Be a shadow in the crowd
Until you speak and interact
When your voice will carry loud


You're a smart girl Emma
Wear this across your hair
Don't be subjugated by mankind
An object of despair


To use your very words my friend
Let your banner be unfurled
Don't blindly follow all around
DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD