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In the corner, she sits,
In the darkness, she sits,
In the grass, she lies,
In the moon, she rests,
Words hanging off her back

A word has been written across her face
She is continuously running away….
A word has been written across her hijab
It’s living in her heart, now.

She’s standing,
she’s sitting,
she’s running.
But still…

She’s banging on the windows,
Tears run down her chubby cheeks,
Her hair runs free now.
Her hijab is gone
Pulled off by those
Who simply don’t understand
Her hijab
Is her freedom
It’s her life.

Trying to yell,
trying to scream.
Nothing but air,
nothing but silence.
The world is moving on without her,
Her name is floating in a cloud somewhere,
She is nothing, but something that once was.

Fatimata Cham is currently a junior attending The White Mountain School in New Hampshire. She is an honor roll student and loves reading books and writing poetry on her free time. She is working on memorizing the whole Quran and she loves attending online Arabic school on the weekends. She volunteers at the local dinner bell and food pantry every month. She is president of community service and diversity at The White Mountain School. She is an advocate for the Muslim youth at her school. She writes for MYM because she wants a positive space in which she can learn more about her religion and grow as a person. MYM will allow her to grow as a writer and develop skills that will benefit her for a lifetime. Encouraged by her incredible parents, she has finally built up the courage to share what knowledge she has accumulated, alhamdulillah. May Allah, the All-Knowing, accept.

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