Caught in the middle,dilemmas of da Muslim youth in da west
Caught in the middle
I’m lost and confused
Don’t know what to do
Who to obey
Who to follow
My mind is swinging like a pendulum
And playing tricks on me
Sometimes I pray
Sometimes I chase women
Sometimes I do neither
Just hide away in my room and vegetate
At times halal and haram seem so clear
And I have nothing but fear for my creator
Other times the munkar seems appealing
And I mix with women whose clothes are revealing
I got friends
Some religious
Mostly jahil and following the western culture
When I’m in good company
I feel happy and content men