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Saturday, 25 May 2024

The birth of the British Muslim


Tho' sending half my wage home, I drank beer and played tournament level darts
Not Bingo, not Disco, Marx was my Mecca, not maiden hearts
Then, Mum died. Marrying a cousin, my Moon was Hilal.
Now, in Hounslow, Thy baby's cry, my Hazrat Bilal!


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