A crown of dignity

She wraps her scarf with gentle care, A symbol of faith, beyond compare. Her hijab shines, a beacon bright, A declaration of her inner light. Her worth isn't measured by her hair, Or the shape of her hidden glare. Her beauty lies in her heart's grace, A radiant soul, in a modest space. She walks with pride, her head held high, A queen in her own, quiet sky. Her modesty, a strength, not a test, A reflection of her inner best. Her voice, a melody, pure and clear, A wisdom that banishes all fear. Her heart, a sanctuary of love, A haven sent from above. Don't judge her by her outer veil, For her worth is beyond your frail. She's a gem, polished and refined, A treasure, truly one of a kind. She's a daughter, sister, friend, and guide, A shining star, gliding with pride. Her hijab's not a restriction, but a choice, A symbol of her spiritual voice. Her worth's not diminished by her dress, But amplified, in every quiet success. She's a warrior, in her own right, A beacon shining, through day and night.