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Is there any particular reason why Muslim women tend to have long hair, as I haven't seen any with short hair?
I heard that it's because when they die they are able to go to heaven if they have long hair, as Allah will pull them up by it.. is this true? x

Recent attempts to define the nature of the jihadist threat that we are fighting against have fallen short of the mark. Muslims, as we are oft reminded, are a varied bunch. Todays freedom fighters and compliant friends are the rebels and pariahs of tomorrow.

However if one was to map this out it would undermine the numerous phd’s that are underway on this subject, putting many hours of research on wikipedia at risk. Here, for your elucidation, education and entertainment is the A to Z of Muslimists. We start of with the letters A-H today.

I Told Him To Leave The Streets For Deen

Told Him To Forget Money, Told Him To Stay Clean

My Son Wasn't Always A "Badman"

I Know All The Mothers Reading This Know What I Mean

Time Flies As They Say...Further Away He Drifted Each Day

My Heart Cried For Reformity, My Du'as Filled With Desparation

Now I Stand Here Today Proving He Was Innocent; To The Nation

When His Best Friend Was Stabbed And Left Heartlessly To Die

There Was A Noticeable Change In My Son, Wallahi This Mother Tells No Lie

He Hugged Me And Cried And Promised He'd Leave All That For Me

Promised To Be An Example To Others And Wipe My Tears For Eternity

My Little Boy Wanted To Change

My Life Again Full Of *HOPE*

His Smile Was Soo Beautiful

People Crying, People Dying..The Truth Has Been Murdered

I Know They're All Lying..

It's All An Illusion, It's A Pre-Planned Deception

If You're A Non Believer Then You're An Exception

I Watch Them Suffer, I Watch Them Cry

I Have Seen Their Hopes...Their Happiness Die

My Sisters Tears Aren't Fake, She's Drowned In Devastation

My Eyes Fill With Tears..Watching This Manipulation

Baby Haniya Is Waiting For Mummy To Be Free

My Heart Breaks Watching Her Wait

Watching Her Wait So Patiently

A Mother Is Eagerly Waiting For Her Son

Innocent Abdullah...Six Years He's Been Gone

I Read It In The Papers, In The News..Everyday

That Innocence Is A Danger To Us In Every Way

But Brothers And Sisters You've Gotta Help Me Out

My Mummy Covers From Head To Toe

But Why She Does That, I Did Not Know

She Never Ever Shows Her Hair

What People Think She Does Not Care

Yesterday When She Came To Kiss Me Goodnight

I Asked Her The Reason, She Said With Delight

The Hijab Is What Makes Me Free

Makes Me Feel That I Can Be Me

The Hijab Is My Protector, My Corrector, My Pride

It Embellishes The Feeling That ALLAH Is By My Side

Its A Barrier For Lustful Eyes, It Separates Me From Sin

It Helps Me To Appreciate This Beautiful World I'm In

My Little Princess This World Is Not What It Seems You Shall Learn

With This Perfected Hijab, A Respected Identity You Shall Earn

When People Look At You, A Pure Muslimah They Shall See

A Woman With Self Respect, A Woman Like Me

My Life Shimmered Like Glistening Stars In The Dark Night Sky

As I Slept Peacefully,

Unaware That It Was Time For My Happiness To Die

There I Was Beautifying Each Dream With Complete Concentration

How Was I To Know They Were Shattering..

And Arriving Was Devastation

A Heartbreaking Scream Brought Me Back To Reality

I Rushed Downstairs..But Sadly Only To See..

My Mum In Tears, Screaming My Brothers Name

She Sat There Helplessly Clutching A Photo Frame

"Why Is Everyone Crying?!" I Yelled Impatiently

The Answer Was In Their Eyes, Had I Lost A Part Of Me??

To The Hospital We Rushed As I Held Back My Pain

I Clutched His Hand Tight, His Tears Flowed Like Rain

People Were Surrounding, Prayers Were Loud

Why should I sit silent, showcasing manners,
It don’t make sense I’m demanding the answers,
Tell me why as a woman should I not be noticed,
It circled my mind as I sat down and wrote this,
Sisters and mothers still fighting oppression,
Through wars by tyrants who try to oppress them,
I stand by this mic & I stand to address them,
Their strength & dignity still fights to protect them,
A mother would never let harm come to her child,
A woman would fight, let passion’s go wild,
So empower yourselves; don’t let them dictate you,
Freed your own mind, don’t let it phase you.
Speak, together & loud show your intelligence.
Redefine meanings cus you don’t believe that they’re irrelevant.

Hariet Tubman made a sound with what she did underground,

Freedom is paid for with the blood of the oppressed,
Which pumps through their veins with every beat of their chests,
When a parent dies only children are left,
& when a child dies it’s so hard to accept,
The blood stained hands of the oppressor will never be forgiven,
As the legacy of his reign is forever living,
In the hearts & the souls of the mothers who were giving,
All they had to their child but now they’re not living,
Or they have a daughter with a bullet lodged in her brain,
& a son who was blinded by the weapons that were used to invade,
Our reality and theirs was never meant to be the same,
The term “3rd world” isn’t just politically correct it’s a part of the game,
To elevate the western world to a planet that is better than theirs,