By Zubaida Ali
My head is so wrapped up with silken lies
As I walk this flimsy path of truths and untruths
Will Allah love me more just because I cover my hair?
Will Ibu, Ayah, all look up to me?
I get burdened with so much guilt
just because of this piece of fabric a mere two feet long
My conscience pin-pricked with so many questions
Who am I doing this for?
As the lies unfurl
I do not know where my true self begins