For the Turban-headed Orthodox
I am their headline of meets and seminars
Yet, they keep me out of every stage
And gloat about Islam’s Equality age
For the self-serving Extremists
I am the trump card of revolution
They appropriate my name and form
To escalate their identity game
For the liberal Agnostic
I am the eternal victim
Of God and the Creed
They see me with pain bleed
For the malefic Islamophobes
I am the dreaded Mother Wolf
Who reproduces day and night
To wipe out their endangered sheep
For the Corporate Brands
I am yet another segment
To sell the Hijab and Halal-brand
I am their favorite guinea ‘bitch’
For the con-Artist tribe
I am their incredible imagination
They sell my dreams and hopes
But give no damn to my soul’s essence
For the Sangh-Wing bigots
I am the oppressed slave
Shedding crocodile tears
Only to realize their Rashtra wet dreams
Hey you,
The Establishment.
You curb my rights
Grab my choices
Nab my books
And then blab for my rights?
You know not a grain
About my dreams or hopes
And yet claim to be my patrons
Exploiting my pain and pride
You great bigots
Think and brag alike
But words without action:
Everyone’s piece of cake
Mujeeb Jaihoon is an Indian-born writer and community activist based in UAE. Some of his writings have been translated into Italian, Arabic & Malayalam. His blog can be reached at www.jaihoon.com
