LIFESTYLE OF A MUSLIMAH

                I AM NOT A LABEL   I am not BLACK  I mean, that's what the world calls me, But it's not me. I didn't come out of my mother's womb saying.... "Hey everyone, I'm BLACK." No! I was taught to be BLACK And you were taught to call me that. Along with whatever you call yourself. It's just a LABEL. See, from birth,the world force feed us these LABELS. And eventually we all swallow them. We digest them and accept the LABEL. Never ever doubting them. But there is a problem, LABELS are not you, and LABELS are not me. LABELS are just LABELS. Who we truly are is not skin deep. See, when I drive my car, No one would ever confuse the car for me. Well, when I drive my body, Why did you confuse me for my body? It's my body. Get it? Not me. Let me break it down. See, our bodies are just cars that we operate and drive around. The dealership we call "SOCIETY" decided to label...

I am a woman [by: Lawal Halimah Oyindamola] So what? I get into an argument with a man. He slaps me. I feel the pain. Yet they tell me I provoked him. I get into an argument with a man. I slap him. They tell me I have no respect. Like I don't have a right to be angry........ So, my level of respect for people is judged by my degree of silence in the face of brutality..... Because I am a woman. So what? I am not allowed to show anger. I must sit with my legs stretched out even if it hurts. I must not talk 'anyhow'. Because I am a woman. My husband or "boyfriend" cheats on me, I am told to tolerate it......to save my marriage or relationship as the case maybe. Society making the barbaric and stupid excuse that ''it is in their nature to cheat'' I cheat....and I am called a whore, if we are married i am sent packing with my obese tinker box on my head and my little one still suckling my left nipple. Three years later......little one is...