:salam2: A dear freind of mine send me this poem.
I Am A Muslim But Only By Name.
I am a Muslim but only by name
When it comes to practicing what a shame!
I go to friends and relatives in suit and tie
It's all right if I occasionally lie.
Yes I practice but when it suits me
Or more to the point, when it pleases the society.
If I show my ankles, they'll point and laugh
They'll think it's too short and reckon I'm daft.
If I trim my moustache and grow the beard
They'll reckon I'm a fanatic or something weird.
If I wear the Sunnah I'll get great reward
But the Kuffar will look down on me, that I can't afford.
Yes I'm a Muslim but only by name.
I make excuses, which I admit are rather lame.
Yes I'm a sane man and I'm on the right track
Who am I kidding, I feel like a right jack.
To hide my inferiority complex I protest it's unimportant
Though my heart screams to tell me I'm a blatant fraudulent.
The best thing is no-one can hear what's going on inside
People think I've got it made and with my life I'm satisfied.
But I'm afraid this is a fable and it's a pure deception
I have no peace of mind but this daren't even mention.
If I remain ignoring it's O.K. ¡cos then I don't have to practice
Yes I am conniving and these are baseless evil tactics.
But I read the Kalimah and I think I have Imaan
I can¢t help my attitude I was placed in a Kufrastaan.
Yes I¢m a Muslim but only by name
And with my precious life I'm playing a foolish disastrous game!
I am a Muslim but only by name
When it comes to practicing what a shame!
I go to friends and relatives in suit and tie
It's all right if I occasionally lie.
Yes I practice but when it suits me
Or more to the point, when it pleases the society.
If I show my ankles, they'll point and laugh
They'll think it's too short and reckon I'm daft.
If I trim my moustache and grow the beard
They'll reckon I'm a fanatic or something weird.
If I wear the Sunnah I'll get great reward
But the Kuffar will look down on me, that I can't afford.
Yes I'm a Muslim but only by name.
I make excuses, which I admit are rather lame.
Yes I'm a sane man and I'm on the right track
Who am I kidding, I feel like a right jack.
To hide my inferiority complex I protest it's unimportant
Though my heart screams to tell me I'm a blatant fraudulent.
The best thing is no-one can hear what's going on inside
People think I've got it made and with my life I'm satisfied.
But I'm afraid this is a fable and it's a pure deception
I have no peace of mind but this daren't even mention.
If I remain ignoring it's O.K. ¡cos then I don't have to practice
Yes I am conniving and these are baseless evil tactics.
But I read the Kalimah and I think I have Imaan
I can¢t help my attitude I was placed in a Kufrastaan.
Yes I¢m a Muslim but only by name
And with my precious life I'm playing a foolish disastrous game!
