
Do not forget that modesty is for a shield
against the eye of the impure…
And when the impure will be no more,
what will modesty ever have been
if not a fetter and a contagion of the mind?
And do not forget that the earth thrills to hear and bear the tracks of your naked feet
And that the wind longs to play with your hair.
The Prophet by Kahlil Gibrain
And the weaver said, “Speak to us of clothes.”

But shame was his loom






