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 alright if I occasionally lie

Yes I practice, BUT when it suits me
Or more to the point, when it pleases 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 Kuffaar 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 I daren’t even mention.

If I remain ignorant it’s OK, ‘cos then I don’t have to practice
Yes I’m conniving and these are baseless evil tactics.

But I read the Kalima and I think I have Imaan
I can’t help my attitude – I was placed in a Kufrstaan.

Yes I’m a Muslim, but only by name
And with my precious life I’m playing a foolish disastrous game!