On false accusations

I have recently been accused of terrible things, simply because I am a single mother. My initial reactions were rage and then sadness and then I delved into the pit of self-pity and despair. Some people think that I chose my condition, so that I could prowl for men, as though they are my unsuspecting prey. If only they knew how difficult it was to leave my life of false-comfort as a married woman, in exchange for struggle and strife.

For some women, the cost of freedom is a high price to pay. But, it is worth the journey if there is no other way!

I chose to transform the despair into poetry:

For the Khans

When I first heard of the story that like wildfire, spread, I was in a
state of dread
How could they think that of little ol’ me?
I just wish to spend my days in magnificent reverie
A victim’s cry inside, I suddenly heard yell

What is this new sensation, pray, do tell?
Deeper and deeper I did burrow
The accusations and lies I couldn’t swallow
Until one day, it became clear as light
This is a universal fight!

Women everywhere, who do not fit the mould
Are twisted and tormented, looked down upon, I’m told
Never once did I stop and see, a slut, an adulterer, a Jezebel, in the
mirror looking back at me

Am I a mirror to others who need to be set free?
A mirror I shall be to all who need to see
But with this sacrifice, I make a humble plea:
Do not judge me. Love me.
Do not hurt me. Protect me.
Do not ignore me. Welcome me.
For I carry with me great wonders I long to share

It surprises me that you do not seem to care
For, in the end, the raw truth of this story
Is that I know the secret to all our glory
Seek in the other only the beauty you wish to plant within
For she, who you try to snare, is simply your kin
Connected by something more powerful than lust
Willing to share God’s Love to all - this she must
Don’t clip her wings while they’re growing
For without your knowing
You’re clipping your own too
Such is the journey of sisters, all bound by Him, Allahu!

To this story, I have a wonderful ending and new beginning
It has me singing
I thank you, dear ones for causing me pain, allowing me to bow my head in
false shame
For now, through the lie, I am no longer tame
Deep within me, the slander has set free
A majestic goddess of fearless beauty
No longer will she hide, because all can already see
Her valour, strength, loyalty and integrity
So, continue spreading fire of fabrication
I am no longer open to this state of humiliation
For, I know, you know and most importantly, so does He
I am simply an Ant-Watcher, a traveller, enjoying her journey.