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Allah Allah
Laa ilaha illallah (*3)
Allah
If you dream of the valleys of Kashmir,
And the iridescent fields
And listen to the reeds
You’ll find Allah
Continue reading(CHORUS)
Allah Allah
Laa ilaha illallah (*3)
Allah
If you dream of the valleys of Kashmir,
And the iridescent fields
And listen to the reeds
You’ll find Allah
Continue readingCoz I’m Muslim and I’m British
I really can’t help it
I was born in the Royal Bucks Hospital
As was my future spouse
I went to school with the Catholics
I went to mosque in a Victorian house
Continue readingIt’s Ramadan and I’m fasting
On the streets of Aylesbury
My hunger sighs out like a violin
My thirst desires the sea
I aim to focus my heart on God
And give my hunger a lesson
I aim to follow the scripture’s truth
And feel how drink is a blessing
Continue readingSmile endearingly like Al Mustafa
Brighter than an iridescent star
Rise celestially like Isa
Transcending corporeal fever
Conjure mystic snakes like Musa
Which devour the pull of Lucifer
Continue readingI’d rather go to Medina
Than go to Hollywood
In Medina, there’s no Oscars
Or shining halls of fame
Instead there’s awe with Mustafa
And prayers at Qiblatain
Continue readingIn Islamabad arrivals, a great hullabaloo arose, like a volcano erupting. Hundreds of tired and disgruntled travellers crowded the luggage belts, struggling to catch sight of their possessions, like a flock of herons, frantically searching the water for fish. Faces scowled; babies wailed; ladies sat back, fanning themselves with their scarves. It had been two hours; their luggage had failed to arrive and, to make matters worse, the luggage of the next arrivals was beginning to appear instead.
“What the hell is this!” yelled a large, moustachioed fellow, in a rich, white salwar qameez. The officials, in blue uniforms, continued to play dumb, expressing platitudes: “we have some technical difficulties… One of the computers has malfunctioned, but it will be fixed, and your luggage will be here soon.”
Chorus
Reading, reading
Reading gives a feeling
Reading makes your life
So wonderful and pleasing
Reading, reading
Reading gives a feeling
Reading makes your life
So wonderful and pleasing
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Dylan Thomas told us do not go gentle
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
But Al Ghazali said think not that death is death
Nay it is life
Be not afraid when death draws the night
It was the night of Isra and Mi’raaj
The night our Prophet travelled afar
To the glory of Masjid Al Aqsa
And then ascended beyond Al Muntaha
Once, upon a hellish train
That my memory will never expel
I travelled down to Tunbridge Wells
With the Mozlamic infidels!