It’s Time for the Truth

One day my non-Muslim grandmother came,

she came and asked us

the same question she asked us yearly

'What do you want?'

My family shot out,

without a thought

without shame

talking at once...

...I sat still...

Games, dolls, cars...

Ya know the worldly stuff...

...I sat still...

Then my grandmother turned to me:

‘What about you? Don't be bashful,

tell me what do you want?'

It’s time to tell the truth

' Grandmother' I began

I felt as I was being watched by every man

'My gift I want for you... Is Islam

I want to see you in a Hijab

and in that beautiful Jilbaab

I want you to be with me in Jannah

I want you to be forgiven

By the One and Most High

I want you to live a life,

a good life not bad,

I want you to be on our side

because your an enemy to me

Unless you kiss your religion good-bye'

I know longer felt shy

I soon realized I had closed my eyes

When I opened them

My parents were ready to cry

My sisters were silent

My grandmother sighed

' I promised you a gift and that's what you wished

now I must give .

So so long old religion I must say  good-bye

My Granddaughter speaks the truth you see

so I must accept the wish'