My life, they say, began when I was innocent and carefree,
now they pity and sympathise seeing what has become of me.
Where once a beautiful young girl stood,
now stands an oppressed mum hidden underneath her hijab hood;
single and alone they think, “must be running scared”.
It’s not like they got to know me though,it’s not like they even cared.
It’s true, I lost my home and husband and the life I knew,
but Allah blessed me with wisdom and maturity and with it my soul grew.
I look them in the eye – no shame upon my face,
I proudly wear my label: ‘single Muslim mum’ – NOT a disgrace!
I am no less of a woman than you, nor do I deserve less respect,
for Allah alone, has the right to judge my actions and my character to inspect.
I cried, shouted and I screamed,
telling myself it was only a bad dream
but no-one came to awaken me,
they stared ahead blindly – not willing to see.
So I turned to Allah which I should have done first,
His words eased my pain, I realised I was not cursed.
This is my test, it has been already decreed,
so when they told me I’d failed, I paid them no heed.
I put my faith in Allah and not in a man
none can change what is written, He alone, made the plan.
Allah has protected me each night
when I lay in my bed sleepless with fright;
nothing happens without His will and might,
and He alone, has taught me how to fight.
So as long as I have Allah I don’t care,
say what you want – for me, you cannot scare.
This is my life, not YOUR game
I’m a single Muslim mother, and I am NOT ashamed.
‘Copyright by Single Muslim Mums’