Muslim Belal - Disappointment lyrics
[Muslim Belal - Disappointment lyrics]
I didn’t know it'd be like this
This ain’t what I signed up for
They told me things would get better
That’s what I get down and pray for
Why do we stand so divided?
Although we pray together
Our hearts ain’t united
We don’t love each other
The way we love ourselves
Now, I don’t mean to sound negative
But it’s hard to find something positive
To say, when I feel this way
I’m a Jamaican Muslim
And I can find no place
In an Arabian’s home, a Pakistani’s home
A Bangladeshi’s home or a Somali’s home
Where do I call home? Is the mosque my home?
Why when I go for my prayer do they tell me
"Masjid closed"
We wear the same clothes
We love the same God we read the same Book
But does it touch our hearts?
Or are we, diseased
With this dunya and greed
We should be embarrassed we should be ashamed
Do we deserve the right to
Be called by these names?
‘Umar, Ahmad, Bilal, Muhammad
These should be the names of the righteous
The pious alhamdulillah, I travel
I’ve seen the Middle East
I see Muslims but no Islam in the streets
It says, grow your beard big and
Trim your moustache short
Instead we grow the moustache and
The beard comes off
And the simplest wedding’s the best
In the eyes of Allah
But we spend thousands on dresses
Jewellery and cars
We’ve either got trouble reading or
We didn’t read at all
The problem’s understanding or we
Just like breaking rules?
We wear the same clothes
We love the same God we read the same book
But does it touch our hearts?
Or are we, diseased
With this dunya and greed
This ain’t what I signed up for
They told me things would get better
That’s what I get down and pray for
Why do we stand so divided?
Although we pray together
Our hearts ain’t united
We don’t love each other
The way we love ourselves
Now, I don’t mean to sound negative
But it’s hard to find something positive
To say, when I feel this way
I’m a Jamaican Muslim
And I can find no place
In an Arabian’s home, a Pakistani’s home
A Bangladeshi’s home or a Somali’s home
Where do I call home? Is the mosque my home?
Why when I go for my prayer do they tell me
"Masjid closed"
We wear the same clothes
We love the same God we read the same Book
But does it touch our hearts?
Or are we, diseased
With this dunya and greed
We should be embarrassed we should be ashamed
Do we deserve the right to
Be called by these names?
‘Umar, Ahmad, Bilal, Muhammad
These should be the names of the righteous
The pious alhamdulillah, I travel
I’ve seen the Middle East
I see Muslims but no Islam in the streets
It says, grow your beard big and
Trim your moustache short
Instead we grow the moustache and
The beard comes off
And the simplest wedding’s the best
In the eyes of Allah
But we spend thousands on dresses
Jewellery and cars
We’ve either got trouble reading or
We didn’t read at all
The problem’s understanding or we
Just like breaking rules?
We wear the same clothes
We love the same God we read the same book
But does it touch our hearts?
Or are we, diseased
With this dunya and greed