The blazing sun,

The scorching heat,

The sandy winds,

The colourful grains of sand,

I was born in a desert.

The dry summer days,

The cool winter nights,

The bite of a date,

The sip of Gahwa,

I was raised as an Arab.

The jingles of bangles,

The aroma of spices,

The bright colours of dupatta,

The slurp of Chai,

I was cultured as a Pakistani.

The alphabets of a foreign language,

The etiquettes of the Queen,

The thick books of science,

The complexities of trigonometry,

I was taught as an English.

The sheep of the green mountains,

The stink of the beer,

The love of spuds,

The clovers of the green pastures,

I was married as an Irish.

The recitation of Quran,

The following of the Sunnah,

The strengthening of Iman,

The struggles of the Straight Path,

I was known as a Muslim.