I’m A Muslim Man In Britain

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I’m an alien, I’m a legal alien. Sting            

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This is what I think it means to be a British Muslim today, who was born and bred in England but hailed from immigrant parents. To have an eclectic medley of voices swirling around in your brain. Living and constantly shifting between different worlds, religions, languages, cultures, traditions and voices, all competing for some kind of hold on your identity, on your spirit, your will. All this baggage, mixed-loyalties, competing face masks and fashions stuffed into a short-lived life, which, for many of us, typically consists of home, school, mosque and holidays to Pakistan and the holy lands or whichever country you hail from.

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Go Back To Your Own Country!

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I’m a man who was born in England
And I was flabbergasted you see
When this lady jeered with her terrible sneer:
“Go back to your own country!”
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I was sitting minding my own business
At the back of the number twenty-three
And this lady glared like a grizzly bear:
“Go back to your own country!”

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