The Woman

The Woman is the stem
The Woman is a gem

Made from my rib,
Watch her, over our crib


I was lonely until you came
Without you how could it be the same?


You bore me in pain
But nursed me with pleasure

Hard work I owe you
Your respect beyond measure

Oh how the angels hovered


That blessed day that you covered

Keeping your charms a surprise
For the one with whom you make ties

A guard you proudly keep


From eyes that do more than peep

A duty that i would struggle to do
So God made it a blessing for you

Hiding such beautiful hairs
Hiding from excessive stares


In honored distinguishment, above those who don't care
Who feel no shame, in being so bare

Oh how I must strive to support you
Oh how could I ever abort you?


The line between us is fine
For your job is just as hard as mine

But together we make a team


Seeking the Siraatul-Mustaqeem (straight path)

Your submission to God, is my greatest attraction
Your understanding of his word, is my greatest satisfaction

Truly you are the backbone, yes, you are the stem
Truly Woman, you are a precious gem....