The transition from a Cairo man into a Muslim man

A wise friend her name is Riham Osman, has once told me that every one has a revert story. This poem I wrote to talk about my story. It basically talks about how I started out when I came her to America, being the naive boy that I was, and then going to high school and getting corrupted, and then end up in college where I get surrounded by the best friends a man can ever have, friends that have pulled me out of the dark and into the shining light of Islam.

four years ago

when I came here from Cairo

I went to a school named Glasgow

at the time I was just your typical Cairo man

I used to think that school is cool

I used to think that every one's heart was pure

I also used to think that pie

is equal to three point one four one five

but that soon had to change

it all went down the drains

when I went to high school and became insane

I went from your typical Cairo man

to becoming your typical American man

I thought that I was too cool for school

I thought that no one's heart was pure

I also thought that pie

was another way to rate the lame

in that weird rating game

but that too had to change

I had to lock it in a box with chains

and throw it in the river

because it wouldn't fit in the drains

Now, I think that school is not just cool

it is the place where I hang out with those pure hearted people

that you call fools

and if you are wondering what I think about pie?

I say it is another way to get high

high in your level of Iman is what I say

If you give just a little piece

to a hungry man living in peace

Allah will send you His peace

I know that I may sound like a shaikh or an Imam

giving a khotba about Iman

don't let me fool you with my sense of Iman

after all I am just a typical Muslim man

so alhamd lel Allah for the blessing of Islam

and may Allah increase our Iman