FOR YOU

To the memory of my father rahimahullah

For you,

It’s cool to drive home

An almond-eyed cool blonde

Picked up in Paris or in Rome.

For you,

It’s cool to score a goal in Liverpool

Against Real Madrid or Lazio Rome.

For you,

It must be fine to savour wine

And spaghetti while listening to Pavarotti.

For you,

It’s great to have £ 8,000 in hand

Or to land a higher rank in a central bank.

For you,

It’s a delight to the eyes

To watch sunrise in the dunes of Morocco.

For you,

It’s beyond telling the joy of jogging in Monaco.

Let alone the joy of shopping in Hanoi

Or riding a mule in Illinois.

For you,

Time is Now, life in Now,

And there’s nothing to be said

For there’s no other life ahead.

For you,

Life is the kitchen and the bed.

Well, that’s you.

As for me,

Life is Now and Tomorrow.

Life is joy and sorrow.

For me,

I would love to hear Allahu Akbar

From a minaret in Madagascar.

I would love to hear an imam

Talk of Islam in Amsterdam,

Or speak to the children of Leeds

About the worth of good deeds.

I would love to see girls pray

To Allah at Broadway.

I would love to see boys making a lot of noise

Simply because they say

It’s just as lovely

To be a Muslim in Sydney

As in Harlem or Boston !

I would love to see people

From all over the world

Flying as one bird

To meet round the Ka’ba

To say what the Queen of Sheba

Learnt from Solomon :

There’s no God but Allah.

Praise, Praise to Allah !

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