Worn out!

You’re wearing too much
or you’re wearing too little
Your body so cheap,
open to ridicule
Don’t matter what’s in your mind
You ain’t got a choice
Let mandem dictate
claims to be your voice

To set you free,
Drown your intellect
suffocates your face,
feigning to protect
An identity
that exists no more
renders you naked
an object deplored
..
Don’t pull out your breast
When babe wants to milk you
Don’t do the grotesque
Suckling at her bare chest
Don’t flaunt a nipple
Don’t be gross
Let them impose
Declare what a woman should show
..
smirks, nip-slip on a catwalk
news coverage, media-talk
Smeared with cake
Let him taste your body baked
Sliced under a fine knife
The showbiz ingredient
glam and prized
An object for his prying eyes
..
Women warmongering
In society’s dichotomy
Tearing one another down
but the battle ensues
And it just doesn’t matter
If she swims like a pro
In a burkini or bikini,
eyelids batter.
 ..
(an old exhausted worn out debate, how women should dress in the 21st century)

Bring on the Burkini

I love my burkini. I couldn’t swim without it. Not least because there have been times when I found, I couldn’t be asked to wax the horrendously “oppressive” hair growth on my shaggy legs. I hope some  -mums especially- can agree what a bothersome activity waxing can be. Had society not dictated what equates to beautiful and what women should look like, I wouldn’t mind having my unkempt legs on show, unfortunately that might be akin to terrorising everyone at the pool if I do! (Ok that’s an exaggeration my beautiful hairy legs aren’t that hairy *shh*)

The day an ad flaunts a woman with a hairy chest on top of a car, or a perfume between her contour-less knees or a pen between her cleavage covered in stretch-marks; I might reassess my self-image, confidence-issues and whether to don the -more “empowering”- bikini or not..

If anything, my burkini hides all those ‘hideous’ bits we’d rather conceal, the bulging  pockets of flab here and there is certainly not flattering! Ok admittedly, I’m not confident enough to flaunt my body just yet…Thank you burkini, you make me feel fine. It’s not just a Muslim or modesty issue in an all-women pool (a burkini-clad seriously “oppressed” woman can tell you that!!) #Justanotherview

Recently in conversation with a fellow non-Muslim (who attends an exercise group, we’ve recently put together ‘motivating mums’) when the subject came to swimming, she said swimming put her off due to her legs -for whatever reason- when I suggested she should get a burkini, she queried about where she might be able to get one, so I was stopped for thought, and suggested looking online. (This was a few days before the M&S burkini revelation) knowing that M&S have decided to stock up on them, possibly making this wonderful gear more mainstream can only be a good thing! I hope that the fellow friend will feel more motivated to jump on the burkini bandwagon and into the pool now (so many people would love to swim, Muslim or not, but somehow feel constrained for a multitude of reasons)
Call it ‘modest wear’, ‘solar wear’ or whatever… I say: Bring on the burkini!burkini or bikini

Memoirs of a muslamic muvva’: For the love of prayer

Memoirs of a muslamic muvva’: For the love of prayer

Alhamdulillah for the salaah (5 daily prayers): such a beautiful and peaceful part of one’s daily routine, especially when you have a handful of a brood like mine, forever in a high functioning mode, forever fighting and wreaking havoc. Especially when you wish you were more posh and had specific times, for when your child can book an appointment with you, to seek your counsel. So when the time for prayer kicks in, I feel like a gangsta’! here’s why: you stand in prayer and they INSTANTLY know that that’s mummy’s time now; we can’t say anything until she’s finished, because there’s no point and she isn’t going to listen. Ha! *feels like boss*

Here’s how a typical day might be:

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And then some days, when you just want a little more peace of mind:

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And some days when the wrestling has already begun, the prayer can come and save you, like the hijab does on a bad hair day:

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The not so typical day:

Some days, when you are out and about and the time for prayer kicks in: well here’s something that recently happened whilst I was at the swimming pool and Maghrib salaah was due, (thank you to the wonderful staff at the leisure center who are ever so accommodating and even offered a prayer mat on a number of occasions, given that one of the staff members is Muslim and so it wasn’t an unfamiliar request!) so whilst my toddler was on tow on this particular occasion, the prayer was a great escape! We come out the pool and he sees the vending machine with all sorts of naughty snacks, chocolates and crisps…we surely don’t go swimming for that do we!?:

 

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SubhaanAllah …don’t we just love the salaah <3<3<3