I am a garment to my husband
I have a fixed portion of inheritance.
I am able to marry the man I chose.
It's not allowed for my husband to take dowry.
I became three times more important than my husband when I became a mother
And paradise lies under my feet
I became a reason for paradise for my father on my good upbringing
I was protected from being murdered in the womb, and also being burried alive
Yet, you still think I am opressed.
My Maker forbade alcohol- A core key in most major cases of domestic violence
He released me from the shackles of culture, by divinely revealed laws
It's humiliating being labelled opressed,
When I see myself far away from it.
When I bled on my red days, I am not considered an outcast, not now and not 1400 years before
Yet, you don't believe me
I am not oppressed or caged
The choices I make are completely mine
In accordance with the laws He inspired
I am only a slave to the Most Merciful
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