You look at me and call me oppressed,

You look at me and call me oppressed,
Simply because of the way I'm dressed,

You know me not for what is inside,
You judge the clothing I wear with pride,

My body is not for your eyes to hold,
You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mould,

I'm an individual. I'm no man's slave,
It's Allah's pleasure that I only crave,

I have a voice so I will be heard,
For in my heart I carry His word,

"O ye women, wrap close your cloak,
So you won't be bothered by ignorant folk".

Women Can Work Out Too!

The first image that comes to mind when questioned about women weight lifting is a big, hulky, muscular, frown-faced, intimidating person, according to some female students at EdCC.

Almost all of the students interviewed believe that women should not weight lift, in order to retain their feminine figure, and that those who do will end up extremely buff. Most women's fears, according to Janet Guenther, P.E. teacher at EdCC and ex-bodybuilder, are that they will lose their femininity with increased muscle mass.

However the image of a woman if she works out is misconstrued. Guenther has said that there's a certain limit for women to increase their muscle mass compared to a guy.

A woman's body won't be able to increase muscle mass to the point of becoming a big and hulky person that most people imagine when it comes to a female weight lifting.

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Life Spicy

Ups and downs make our life spicy
To keep on laughing or weeping
Would make it icy
As though a sprinter started creeping

After quarreling with your beewi(wife)
Balancing yourself is an art
Read a novel, sing song or watch TV
Do something to comfort your heart

Fears and tears
Sometimes we may allow
But there should also be cheers
To make our life mellow

We know not the what and when of a feeling
But entertain not these guests for long
For they may damage us beyond healing
And make our life forlorn

Reason walks hand in hand with passion
Like neocortex and amygdala
Never be servile to intellect or emotion
For life then would lose its tala

by Nagore Rumi