Living in Malaysia, I definitely know some Muslim friends who can relate to this poem.
I am a Muslim…but only by name
I am a Muslim but only by name.
When it comes to practising, what a Shame!
I go to friends and relatives in suit and tie,
It’s alright, if occasionally I lie.
Yes I practice, but when it suits me,
Or more to the point, when it pleases the 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 a beard,
They’ll reckon I’m a fanatic or something weird.
If I wear the Sunnah, I’ll get great reward,
But the Kuffar 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 lame.
Yes, I’m a sane man and I’m on the right track,
Who am I kidding, I feel like a 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 satisfied.
But I’m afraid, this is a fable and it’s pure deception.
I have no peace of mind, but this I dare not even mention.
If I remain ignoring it’s okay ‘cos then, I don’t have to practice.
Yes I’m convincing (shameless), and these are baseless evil tactics.
But I read the Kalimah , and I think I have Imaan,
I can’t help my attitude, I was placed in Kufrastaan.
Yes I’m a Muslim, but only by name,
And with my precious life, I’m playing a foolish and disastrous game!
– Mufti Saif al Islam, Islamic Poems