Being Me

Across the heavenly plains, across the time restraints
A divine decree was ordained.

'Be', was the command, and so it was -
Came into existence, a sophisticated creation.
'Womankind', is the name of this distinction

With such might and grace, was granted magnificence
With such dignity and honor, was raised to eminence.

Such names written on the pages of history
Such legacies passed on from the ancestry

Such stories of success, of virtue, of excellence
That one relates with such reverence:

Of little Maryam teaching Zachariah, a prophet
To have firm faith, from which in turn he did profit

Of Asiya, the wife of an atrocious tyrant
Who chose to submit to Him, so Jannah was her grant

Of Khadija, to the Prophet she was the most precious
As during dire times, she was his only fortitude and solace

Of Fatima, the Prophet's beloved daughter
Whose selflessness and piety, none can conquer

Such glory and favor, upon us God has bestowed
Likened the righteous ones, to precious pearls owned

But where are the pearls, in the world of today?
That beacon of light that was lit on that day?
Why are the candles bereft of their flame?
Why do we abandon uniqueness and wish to be the same?
Where is that gratitude, that pride in our Creator,
For that empowerment, that greatness, that tremendous favor?

Why have we chosen to fail, as don’t we know that true success lies only
In being true to ourselves, in being us, in being you, in
Being Me…?