Her steps are careful, gentle but subtle. Are emotions are real, sweet but hidden. When she laughs all you hear is a sweet but disembodied sound. You know her not, but she sees you more. The more you try to get into the qualities she has inside, the harder it is. She hides from the rest of us not because she wants to, but the society she finds herself says so.

Behind that thick dark covering lays some unbelievable treasure and potentials, how it finds an expression in this her world filled with so much depression and oppression. My heart ruptures at the thought of it. The society and world that she hung her hope on is a big haven of insensitivity and deception, how cruel and crazy the world can be is no longer a shock, because all she knows is cruelty and craziness.

This woman has made friends with loneliness; she enjoys and wallows in her own company, the outside world is a big illusion, covered in a beautiful mirage.

 Now her heart is going numb, there is no genuine affection and love at sight. All she can do is to fight for what really belongs to her. Her voice is under the covers; her emotions should never see the light of the day, all because she is behind the veil. Who will release this captured soul from the grip of culture, religion, selfishness, sexism, stereotype and constant oppression.

She needs to take a bold step of revolution, because herlife needs a comprehensive emancipation. Her being cries in silence for freedom, her soul, heart and body yearns for some real and thorough attention. If care is not taken she might lose her mind behind that veil. 

How long will she continue to lose her countenance, expression and emotions to the confines of those thick veils, when she smiles she wants the world to smile with her, when she cries she loves the society to empathize with her and when she feels love let the world know it is love?  Like a free bird i wish for the potentials of the woman behind the veil to be up in the sky of hope and possibilities. How will a bird in a beautiful cage know what it means and feels to fly at will? She knows not how it feels to be in control of one’s womanhood and identity. To her freedom of the mind is a tale with no reality in it, it is a song that plays without ending.

Being behind the veil is close to been behind bars, just imagine yourself behind that veil.