For the Turban-headed Orthodox I am their headline of meets and seminars Yet, they keep me out of every stage And gloat about Islam’s Equality age
For the self-serving Extremists I am the trump card of revolution They appropriate my name and form To escalate their identity game For the liberal Agnostic I am the eternal victim Of God and the Creed They see me with pain bleed
For the malefic Islamophobes I am the dreaded Mother Wolf Who reproduces day and night To wipe out their endangered sheep For the Corporate Brands I am yet another segment To sell the Hijab and Halal-brand I am their favorite guinea ‘bitch’
For the con-Artist tribe I am their incredible imagination They sell my dreams and hopes But give no damn to my soul’s essence For the Sangh-Wing bigots I am the oppressed slave Shedding crocodile tears Only to realize their Rashtra wet dreams Hey you, The Establishment. You curb my rights Grab my choices Nab my books And then blab for my rights? You know not a grain About my dreams or hopes And yet claim to be my patrons Exploiting my pain and pride You great bigots Think and brag alike But words without action: Everyone’s piece of cake
(Mujeeb Jaihoon is an Indian-born writer and community activist based in UAE. Some of his writings have been translated into Italian, Arabic & Malayalam. His blog can be reached at www.jaihoon.com )
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