Years ago, we kept silent
Even if we desired anything but.
Our dreams were locked away, our words shut,
Too scared to be defiant.
That was years and years ago; we are now
Not the hidden cocoon but the flying butterfly.
Hear, as we wage the battle cry,
And launch our climb to the mountain’s brow.
Women shall soar the sky and adorn the police attire,
And pursue the dreams they desire.
Our hijab is our glory,
We, who rewrite our history.
This nation we will steer
In the path of a pioneer.
Starting this Sheikh Zayed’s year,
The Emirates the world shall cheer.
- Madhumitha, 10 D
