It Wasn’t You


It Wasn’t You


It wasn’t you I was afraid of,
it was the reaction that would come about.
I knew you would protect me,
in you I had no doubt.
It wasn’t you that made me indecisive,
it was the thought of all the stares.
I knew you would be on top of things –
the glances, I’d have to bear.
It wasn’t you that delayed my verdict,
it was the whispers of a foe.

I knew taking that first step with you,
would make things smoothly flow.
It wasn’t that I deemed you wrong for me,
it was the opposite indeed;
I knew you were more than just a cloth,
you were a mandate my Lord decreed.
It wasn’t that you simply covered me,
like the pearl is enveloped by its shell.
I knew you came with a noble ambience
and character; a certain status as well.

It wasn’t long after that I embraced you
with open arms, utter joy, and glee
That I finally realized,
it wasn’t you,
it was just me.

“O Prophet, tell your wives and your daughters and the women of the believers to draw their cloaks close round them (when they go abroad). That will be better, so that they may be recognised and not annoyed. Allah is ever Forgiving, Merciful.” [Quran 33:59]