It was a little white hijab
Which my mom gave me.
A pure white clean hijab,
That grew with me forever.
But once I stained it with Coco,
With the sweet chocolate I ate
On one of the days of my childhood.
The stain looked like lost innocence.
During the hot summer school days,
My hijab used to be spoilt with dust,
So that everyone who saw me
Took me for a naughty little girl.
And then a big ‘royal’ blue spot on it,
With the Hero pen in my hand,
When I scratched my head from the class.
A mark that showed my untidy days.
The teenage life stained the bigger hijab
With spots of human flesh and blood.
Like raindrops, they adorned my hijab now,
For the big bad word of my friends,
That often dropped from my lips.
Once, during the youthful college days,
To my surprise I saw a dark spot on it,
Which smelt so bad and looked very dirty.
A piece of my secret heart, I saw in it,
A stain for not lowering my gaze from others,
And for not controlling my feelings.
Now the passions gone, youth ended,
I wanted to turn the leaf of my life,
And get back my pure white hijab.
Today I washed and washed my hijab,
With soap and water and Clorox.
But all the stains still stand fresh.
When will I ever learn, its not my hijab
But my stained heart inside me
That is to be washed again and again?