...The One Who Would Fight the World With Me...

I miss that person you used to be
before you decided to become all "free"

I miss that person with some sense
The one who carefully chose her friends
The one who chose the clear Islam
The one who I knew would walk like that, till the end.

But the times have changed, and so have you
You have become someone else, some one new.

No more bounds of Halal and Haram
The rules can be changed to no longer be wrong
But in the end...I don't miss You
I miss my friend from before everything became so 'new'

The one who knew Islam was the Key
The one who would fight the world with me
THAT was the person YOU used to be.

'I used to pray when i was younger'

when wrong becomes right, and the only inspiration is taken from the tv:

i used to pray when i was younger
but my conscience...is no longer
the older i get the less i have to fight
the ideas and things that used to be right


my rules and regulations are no longer the same
because of the money and its newly brought fame
our lives changed because of the cash
and we wear it about us as if it were a sash


the more we get, the more we want

but the more we get, the more it haunts

we are no longer the muslims, we used to be
we are simply the replicas of what we see on TV
we can mimic the west right down to the dot
forget our ancestors, who, for islam, they fought!

the pressure is growing, to be like the "best"
but little do we know, we used to be better than the rest