Single muslim mum

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’