Born in Karachi

Grew up North American

Mother in a sari

Father dressed like a businessman

One foot in the old world

One foot in the new

And always the pressure

To choose between the two



There was a wife

She didn't know

The pain she would cause

When she lost her head and walked out the door

In Canada

They change their husbands like their clothes

But nothin', no nothin'

Breaks up a Muslim home



Andheray Anken

Look out on the holy land

There is much that lies well hidden

In the eyes of the brown-eyed man



If one life is ended

A new life must get begun

So we walk to Mecca

Underneath the blazing sun

Abandoning the questions

Makes the answers fall in place

I seek the crescent moon

To find the man behind my face



Andheray Anken

Look out on the holy land

There is much that lies well hidden

In the eyes of the brown-eyed man