To a Western Woman,

When you look at me all that you can see is the scarf that covers my hair. My words you can't hear because you are too full of fear, mouth gaping all you can do is stare. You think it's not my own choice, in your own "liberation" you rejoice

You're so thankful that you're not me. You think I'm uneducated, trapped, oppressed and subjugated. You're so thankful that you are free. But Western woman you've got it wrong- you are weak and I am strong, for I have rejected the trap of men. Fancy clothes - low neck, short skirt, these are devices for pain and hurt, I'm not falling for that little plan.

No time off for menstrual pain - "hormones" they laugh what a shame. No equal pay for equal skills - your job they can always fill. No promotion unless you're sterelized. NO promotion until you're sexually terrorized. Is this "Liberation"?

I'm a person with ideas and thoughts, I'm not for sale I can't be bought. I won't decorate anyone's arm. Nor be promoted for my charm. There's more to me than playing shy. Living life is a balancing game - mother, daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover - and still bring home a wage. Who brought up this "freedom", where man can love 'em' and leave 'em'. This is not freedom, but life in a cage.

Western woman, you can have your life - Mine - it has less strife. I cover and I get respected, surely that's to be expected - for I won't deprave the feminine. I won't live to a male criterion. I dance to my own tune and I hope you see this very soon. For your own sake wake up and use your sight. Are you sure that you are right?

From a Muslim woman.

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