Today I Met a Stranger

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Guest poem by Shahin.

Today I Met a Stranger

Shahin

I gazed in the mirror one last time,
to make sure nothing was wrong and everything looked fine.
“Perfect,” I thought and walked to the door,
when I felt the gentlest of hands lie upon my shoulder.
I turned around to a smiling face,
a woman with hijab, with simplicity and grace.
“Are you going to walk out like that sister?”
I looked at her, not understanding.
“Is something wrong?” I asked her.
“Yes, by giving us beauty, our Lord to us has been kind,
let’s cover it up because Muslim women are like jewels,
precious and rare to find.
You are pretty but you want to be beautiful.
Take what you have put away, and save yourself from being sorrowful.”
I reached into my bag and got the precious piece of cloth
that I had put away with the intention of wearing it later…
‘someday.’
As I wrapped it around my head and secured it with a pin,
I realized the woman had stopped me from doing a sin.
The love a Muslim sister has for another is something I never knew –
caring for each other and telling them what to do.
I smiled at the sister as she left through the door
and the smile on her face will always remind
of how that day, to me she had been so kind.
I turned around once more to the mirror one last time,
and for the first time in my life,
nothing was wrong and everything looked fine.