You Say You created us weak
What then can a helpless slave do,
If not to break down,
And surrender to You?

I cover because I am a Muslim
Not only because it’s cold;
I bear witness to the Oneness
My only true hold.

I am unworthy
of all that You have given to me
my life so sturdy
so privileged and free.

If not in Ramadhan then when will you begin to see?
That the life you live is like an ephemeral tree.
A seed sown, cultivated, beautiful to see,
Soon to be withered, dead, enclosed by soil and sea.

My rightful Dignity.
Modestly thrown over my head,
a cover for only one to discover.