Tuesday, 25 December 2012


Her tears sting my eyes

This culture is rancid, vile
A few self righteous facades
After which anything is game
Unreturned greetings and sideway
Remarks while seating you away
From ears come tales of belittlement
A white child with big eyes
She had it all , no longer
Does it matter but to the world it does
These village people have wild ideas
Of keeping the marriage close
To protect or to fear excessively
They lie and they cheat but veiled
Its see through

To be muslim
Is all I ever needed
Asians and their cricket teams
Stereotypes broken true
We are so much more than
Squiggly lines drawn on maps
Why have we become the sum of
Made up rules , societal pressure
Leaves in its wake sleep deprived fools
I'm hitting a straight drive beyond faces who
Never knew but were always told

Is there any reward for good other than good?
Qur'an, 55/60

"O mankind! We created you from a single (pair) of a male and a female,
And made you into nations and tribes, that ye may know each other
(Not that ye despise each other). Verily the most honoured of you in the sight
of Allah is (he who is) the most righteous of you. And Allah has full knowledge and is well-acquainted (with all things)."

Quran 49:13


  1. "to be Muslim is all I ever needed"
    So true. I found this especially interesting as I am half desi.

    1. I was planning on writing something completely different when I realized the whole stem of the problem was culture. Hence why the poem is a bit all over the place .

  2. Not everyone can distinctly draw the line between culture and religion. Good for you!

    1. I part of me wishes that wasn't true.Somethings are just common sense part of our fitra almost. It's just something I notice time and time again that people will go to such extremes for the sake of culture and the family name but when it comes to islam everybody wants a free a ride.

      Jazallahu khairun

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