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My heart cried out at night - Oh, the deepest part of the night. Ya Rab! why don't they understand, why don't they comprehend That what I wear is to cover my beauty, My sexuality from the evil of the society. Most of you might think I'm being harassed, Forced by my parents; beaten, bruised A covered by scars, hiding their brutality. Some of you might link me to terrorists, the bombing and even terrorism. But no! What I do is truly out of my love for God. Not for publicity or antagonism. It's all a part of faith, courage, and love to God. So whenever you see me, don't worry, I ain't opressed, harassed or beaten. But rather I'm free..free from the evil..the looks.. the stares..the glares. For my real self is all what comes outta my personality. I'm a Muslim, I'm free..as glad as I can be. And Allah is the Greatest - Allahu Akbar! So I'll let the tears of my remorse for the world fall.. For what more can I do, than to pray for the safety of humanity.
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